MY POEMS
There is a small piece of the sky
In the palm of my hand -
Blue,
shiny,
Mine.
I want so badly
To tighten a fist,
To hold it strong,
For it'll
never, nowhere!..
But this is a piece of the sky.
I'm keeping it in the palm of my
hand,
Frozen with horror
To lose it...
Men...
It's so easy for them!
To be loved
They only have to - - -
No, let's put it this way:
They may not be:
Young
Handsome
Best
And even not necessarily
to be nearby
and alive.
It's so easy to say:
"don't go away",
so easy to say:
"don't
die".
But what if he must go
this way
And leave you
far
behind?..
What can you do,
what can you say?..
"Kiss me", he
said,
and "Bye".
There's nothing to say,
just kiss again,
And try
your best -
don't cry.
AN AVERAGE FAMILY
Now, us and them sweet babies, us and these happy kids on the green green grass – it’s just photos in our family album
MOTHER 40+
Still laughing and crying although not too loud
Dying my hair when I remember and listening to all kinds of crap
Being annoying and silly and looking exactly as such
But no worries
Cus I know when I am 60 you gonna love me again
And I’d look much better in your eyes by then
Beware:
For now
I’ll be here as much as you don’t want me to be
When you’re down I’d kill for your smile
I don’t need you to tell me how it feels banging your head against the wall
You don’t need to give me your news (you’d rather give it to a stranger)
I know it all
Your pain is mine I wish your joy could be mine too some time
And I keep on talking even though you won’t listen
There is always a hope:
When I am not here you might hear my voice
In the silence of night in the sound of rain in the noise of the crowd
Saying
Life is worth living
You are here because we loved each other so much
You are here to love to be loved
Everything else is just a torture of growing up
FATHER 40+
The rock of us all no one appreciates
AND LIFE STILL GOES ON as per 2001, hot summer, in the presence of Kitty.
