Watching him roll his eyes
Unsure what to make of you
Though still he often tries
But unsure what to say or do
Hearing his laugths and cries
Now what has he been up too
The whens,wheres,whos,whys
Because eveything to him new
I supose the world in his eyes
Unlike us an uncomplicated view
Always it is a plesent suprise
Whenever l see my nephew
Tribute to jack written 2020
Some bits taken from world in his eyes poem
Bit like sense of place and whete l want to be
Just switching words around...
I can’t imagine a life where you do not exist. I do remember the time before you arrived, and back then my eyes were not trained to see light. You must have been somewhere then, just waiting. Floating in a ripple-less sea among the stars shining as bright as they do. With metallic scales and half formed flesh, eyes shut and a mind frozen in time. Before your mother plucked your star from the sky and held it against her belly, and so you fused harmoniously. Spending seasons knitted into one another. And finally we were so lucky to witness the birth of a star and welcomed you into our home.
my Qasim, the star.
How many days has it been since we saw you, dear child? The fight between your parents has separated you from us. We pray for you everyday. I know that someday we shall meet again. Will you remember us? Do you have conversations about us? Our hearts are empty without you. You made our family complete. You are missed dearly. I hope and pray that this situation will change soon. That soon we all will come back together, have happy, lovely and memorable times. . . again!
miss your cute antics
longing to see you, dear son ~
are you still naughty?
At Christmas, by the fire's gentle glow,
The secrets shared, a whispered, silent flow.
My nephews, bright, with eyes so full of glee,
And my sweet niece, a sight for all to see.
The firelight dances on their youthful faces,
As sticky marshmallows leave their sticky traces.
The scent of chocolate, warm and sweet and deep,
A tapestry of memories to keep.
We toast our smores, a sticky, sweet delight,
As secrets bloom in the warm, festive light.
Of wishes whispered to the falling snow,
And dreams that only Christmas can bestow.
The world outside is sleeping, hushed and white,
But here, within, the fire burns so bright.
And in this haven, safe and warm and low,
The seeds of future secrets start to grow.
So let the embers flicker, red and gold,
As tales of wonder, young and new, unfold.
For in this moment, simple, pure, and true,
A family's bond is born anew.
My brother and I,
while choosing a name for my nephew,
tried hard to think of something unique—
something with variety and charm.
“Tractor” was the first choice,
then came “Tumbler,”
and we fell breathless with laughter,
comparing impossible things—
his eyes to stretching bubblegum.
We joked about how his name
might sound when he grew older.
Laughs and tears rolled down our cheeks.
my nephew
Twinkle twinkle little star, I see what a wonder you are
Laughs and cries, screams and hollers
Oh what a scholar, you are
I see the sea in your eyes
That once were mine.
Sail through and wide
For you, and your heart
You are great things, keep that mind.
For you, the world is yours
And you are mine.
For you all is kind.
It's my nephew's birthday
Kendrick by name to be precise
I feel excited and rejuvenated
His birth ignited my burning desire
Awakening my soul
Shifting my perspectives
Shedding old beliefs
He turned 1 year old today.
I admires his attributes
He smiles so bright
Naturally endowed with creativities
I wow and bow
"Whenever I watch his activities"
He's happy and optimistic
A wondrous baby, wunderkind I think.
He's differ but special, very unique.
Even at a very tender age,
He does and give what none can't
Get to know him and you'll see it's true
Wishing him a magnificent birthday
I pray his days on earth be glorious just as he's.
Happy womb escape day my amiable and affable nephew.
I gifted my nephew a book.
He’s going to admire the colors and the happy faces inside
while the words are read to him by someone more senior.
He will point out the pumpkins, the kittens, the rainbows
and smile ear to ear with excitement and laughter.
He will reach out to turn the cardboard pages
before the sentence is even finished.
He will bounce up and down on the lap of the reader
while it gets closer and closer to the end.
I gifted my nephew a book.
One about how he’s the apple of my eye, the stars in my sky, the pumpkin to my pie.
One about how I will be with him always.
That our lives are forever intertwined.
His purity is admirable.
He embraces the rain, he sees no gray.
His innocence is peaceful
as he can sniff out what is true and avoid what is not.
His naivety is blissful
as he associates me with love and play, comfort and care.
He knows nothing within the deeper levels of my being,
but he still loves me.
I gifted my nephew a book.
A promise to him that I will be by his side, endlessly.
My nephew Sammy
is sweet, smart, and talented.
Three dogs are his “kids”
whose ears get dyed cute colors.
They go everywhere with him.
My nephew came out
about the fact he is gay
on his Facebook page.
I’m sure his announcement was
was no surprise to anyone!
Eddie McGuire made us all groan,
Eddie the eighth (VIII) abdicated the throne.
Eddie "The Eagle" flew through the sky,
Eddie Van Halen made his guitar cry.
Eddies Murphy and Izzard made us all laugh,
Eddie "The Beast" tore a phone book in half.
Eddie "The Head" was a head banger,
Eddie Sheeran has a head like a ranga!
Eddie Mabo toiled for land rights,
Eddie Alvarez got into fights.
So Eddie be proud of your name evermore,
As it's shared with the greats who are mentioned afore.
But be your own Eddie and tread your own path.
Stay humble, grow wise and keep making us laugh!
I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy.
“I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why…
Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve.
His mind goes where others have never had the chance to delve.
What do you use it for? I asked, testing him just a bit.
“to install satellite dishes,” he said. He is a precocious little chit.
We were at the Wambuul river where the Casuarina trees grow.
Not an elegant place, but it suited us down to each toe.
Guy suggested knapping a bit of flint while we were here.
I had some of my tools so I said “of course, why not? where?”
His mind was lightyears away, for he had his brain in a book.
Reading about quasars, for his mind grabs knowledge like a hook.
Light of our lives
Kicking, he came
And then our world
Was not the same
Joy of our hearts
He's innocence
Making us laugh
With his presence
Love of us all
Childish babbles
Stolen our hearts
With his dabbles
Heaven's li'l child
Active and smart
How blessed we’re
To be a part!
Sunshine that smiles
Oh yes, that's him!
Such naughty acts!
Life's never dim
Song of our lips
He's truly that
His parents' gem
No matter what!
His dad's delight
His mom's treasure
Whate'er he does
Brings us pleasure
Go, spread your light,
Your love and joy
This world needs you,
Our bright young boy.
{This poem is about my young nephew}
written on 08.27.2021
For Regina McIntosh's "The One Who Touched My Heart" contest
Excited at seeing the hens
He jumps up and down
When he enters into our house
There's nary a frown
A full bundle of energy
Always on his feet
The hero of our family
He's naughty, but sweet
He is fascinated by cars
Loves to ride in them
The favourite of grandparents
A cute little gem
Give him freedom to run about
He's happy and smart
His impish innocence and smile
Will sure steal your heart
03.22.2021
A call from a nephew here
A text from children, not near
It takes so little, these days
Be grateful always, He says
Another day on planet earth
Forget the shape of my girth
A place to work called home
A world in which I cannot roam
For these things, Him I thank
With every breath, I am more frank
No more secrets between us, at all
Falsehoods before the omniscient will fall
Running around with his little feet,
Watching his playfulness is a treat,
Trying to speak in a mumbling way,
Just listen to what he has to say,
He's keeping his parents on their toes,
Acting as if everything he knows,
Laughing mischievously like an imp,
Jumping here and there like a small chimp,
We want to shower our love on him,
Our hearts are joy-filled up to the brim.
07.10.2020
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