Alone lived the ancient woman
home full of assets, life desolate
away the children have gone
following their hearts upstate
stayed on as the mother she did
preying on backyard vegetation
and only praying for resolution
never came visiting the offsprings
not the older, or even the younger
unknown she was to their children
who heard tales of grandparents
telling stories, and tucking in bed
their classmates at the play school
who could only yearn for the love
the touch, the chocolate cookies
of a loving, nurturing grandma
who grew up without them all
only to raise their children same
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Blew, the wind with gusto
knocking off trees, weak knees
pulling down their working hats
huddled on the mighty ants
locking up their front doors
the humankind stayed indoors
gaining speed, the winds went on
crashing on air, breaking all power
spreading darkness across town
for days until the eye had passed
typical was the tornado—unpredictable
unforgiving to people and crops
uprooting farmland and livestock
and nourishment worthy of a year
leaving no room to chance
and not a chance of recovery
blow to life, presented the wind
awakes though the old man,
when all is dusted and gone
picking up tools, firing up tractors
loaning cattle herd, persevering
farmer, thy name is resilience
Pressure
As chlorine water
smothering from deep within
suffocating life
Past
Memory long gone
etched vivid and framed on wall
modern photograph
Photo: Ancient photographs on exhibit at the Freedom Tower in Miami, Florida
Siblings
With joy the house filled
as mother’s womb with child
second offspring twas to be
and the forefront of attention
became therefore the first one
master of the second place
jealousy knocked on the door
as they rolled up the new born
warm and soft in woollen blankets
that were once the older one’s
hatred raised its ugly head
when toys, they handed down
retrieving from the archives
rattles unseen in many years
a nightmare school became
setting an example, the older
teaching and taking care of
shepherding the little one
ages went by in mute anger
bosom brothers of a mother
never tormenting the big was
ever in support, yet still in rage
with poison his heart filled
whilst younger’s with admiration
