To my super M-O-T-H-E-R

To my super M-O-T-H-E-R

I specially wrote

This Piece of note

For my daddy's wife,

The first lady of my life

But if you are a mother or a woman,

Who will someday bring forth another human

Then this is yours too to relish

This is yours too to cherish.

                   M

Month May makes me very glad, never sad and all gay.

Many other people I’m sure feel the same way

Mainly because of this very special day

Man has named and framed mother's day.

                   O

Oh boy! When I see a pregnant woman I wait and wonder.

Out it doesn't come but I pause and ponder

Over how much she would have charged that baby in her,

Only if it were to pay for being in there

                  T

Thank you mother for carrying me for six month plus three

Through the pain and the push-push you did because of me.

The breast and milk was great. Wondering why men can't forget them?

That, I guess is the very genesis of that problem.

                  H

Honey, grieve not if on mother's day I overfill her purse

Hahahaa! For that Moses rod you love so much she did nurse.

Hate me not if I choose her if both of you are drowning in a river

Had it not been her, I wouldn't have ever been your lover.

                  E

Ever loving, ever caring, ever comforting mother of mine

Extraordinary, incomparable super mother of our family of nine

Every day, every week, every month, every year will pass and go

Even you may join but my love for you will forever grow.           

                              R

RUTH, my dear marvelous mother, my sweetest sweetheart, my only one,

Ridiculous it sounds but if you hear I've been arrested for stealing the sun

Rejoice! For that is the extent I can go to show the size of my love

Really, you are the best mum I will always wish to have.

I'm GLAD you're my DAD

I'm GLAD you're my DAD

I know my dad may never read this

But whether he reads it or not, it is still his.

For all the love words you told my mum,

And all the love songs you had to hum,

For all the lovely gifts you had to buy too

Until finally she said 'I do',

I'm glad

You're my dad.

For all the strength you lost in making me,

For all the styles though I didn't see,

And for all the silly errands you had to go

All because pregnant mum said so,

I'm glad

You're my dad.

For all the prayers you said till 27th august dawn,

For all the insults you received from mum till I was finally born,

For all the baby sitting you did when mum was away

And all the lullabies you sang to make me play,

I'm glad

You're my dad

For the trouble you went through when I got burnt on my chest,

And the countless times you took me to the clinic for eye test,

For the lenses and frames you continuously bought

And I carelessly broke while I slept or fought,

I'm glad

You're my dad

For each spank, for each slap, for each blow,

For each knock, for each lash I saw you throw,

I hated you but now I've grown and I know

That they were only to help me grow.

A day will come that I will be called daddy too

And I'll do my best to be praised like you

My ears went close to my sweetheart's tummy today

And I'm sure I heard each of my future twins say;

I'M GLAD

YOU'RE MY DAD

YESTERDAY, MY VALENTINE'S DAY

YESTERDAY, MY VALENTINE'S DAY

When I ended my usual 9pm to 6am date with my bed

And indeed it was Valentine’s Day as the calendar had already declared,

I wasn't thrilled, nay!

Cos Yesterday

Was my Valentine’s Day

When I came across the word love

As I had my quiet time with Our Father above,

I didn't lose concentration, nay!

Cos yesterday

Was my Valentine’s Day.

When my mum served my breakfast of tea and bread

And beside the flask sat a fresh pack of chocolate spread

My tongue wasn't excited to taste, nay!

Cos yesterday

Was my Valentine’s Day

When I opened my wardrobe to choose a shirt and a tie

And the slim red one with pride said hi

I wasn't filled with glee, nay!

Cos yesterday

Was my Valentine’s Day

When I entered my office and the dispenser was filled with chocolate beverage

And someone was sipping a glass of it as she read a text message,

I wasn't jealous, nay!

Cos yesterday

Was my Valentine’s Day

As I go round to fill a form or to give a client his policy certificate,

If I see people exchanging cards, roses and bars of chocolate,

I won't be sad, nay!

Cos yesterday

Was my Valentine’s Day.

After work if I see people in red going out in pairs

And restaurant attendant busily arranging drinks and chairs

I wouldn't be tempted instead I’ll pick my phone and dial the number

Of the one who sleeps in my heart's special chamber 

And tell her:

Gracias por hacer el día de ayer mi San Valentín

Which simply means thanks for making yesterday

My valentine's day.

14^TH FEBRUARY 2011

TWO true simple DIMPLES

TWO true simple DIMPLES

Two are the dimples on my face,

True, they are simple and in place,

But which of them faces the camera today

That a picture I really must display?

Mirror, mirror

On my heart's wall

Hurry! Hurry! Answer my urgent call.

Which is the fairer of the two?

Which is clearest?

Which is true?

The left I’m tempted to choose

Though the right I don't want to lose.

The right brings me memories I cherish

And the left builds moments I relish.

Mirror, mirror

On my heart's wall

Hurry! Hurry! Answer my urgent call.

Which is the fairer of the two?

Which is clearest?

Which is true?

My pretty dog that I love and often miss

Wants to wish me luck with a doggy kiss.

I know I must draw close with either my left or right cheek

But the answer is all I ever ever seek.

Mirror, mirror

On my heart's wall

Hurry! Hurry! Answer my urgent call.

Which is the fairer of the two?

Which is clearest?

Which is true?

If I had all my life and time

And could add more lines to this rhyme,

I will cooperate till I make the choice

That will separate me forever from the boys.

The camera will soon blink.

The flash will soon wink.

My image will soon be captured.

And my face will soon be pictured.

Whichever of the two that will appear

I will love and still hold the other dear

Until the mirror, mirror on my heart's wall

Answers my humble humble and urgent call

RAISE NOT PRAISE!

RAISE NOT PRAISE!

To the teacher who taught me 123 and ABC,

Through to the one who will help me get my PhD,

I write these words just to say;

Happy world Teachers' day

If the lesson note book on the shelf

Can jump onto the table all by itself

And fill it numerous pages

With topics from English’s verbs to math’s percentages

It will agree

Surely With me

That teachers should not only be praised

But their salaries must be raised

If the long measuring rule

Can move to every pupil in the school

To inspect hankies, socks, nails and even pubic hair

And punish them for not giving their body proper care

It will agree

Surely With me

That  teachers should not only be praised

But their salaries must be raised

If the class attendance book, call it the register

Which is bound by cello tape and even plaster

And filled with strange names like Obiba Rasta

Can call out names for the pupil to respond; present master,

It will agree

Surely With me

That  teachers should not only be praised

But their salaries must be raised

If the pointer which doubles as the cane

Can all by itself inflict pain

On pupils who don't want to use their brain

And warn them not to be silly again

It will agree

Surely With me

That teachers should not only be praised

But their salaries must be raised

If the blackboard and the chalk

Can stand from 8am to 2pm and talk

About the flower and its stigma and it's stalk

And how human's also aid pollination as we eat and walk

It will agree

Surely With me

That teacher should not only be praised

But their salaries must be raised

If the red or black ball pen

Can mark homework and give some pupils 8 and some zero over ten

 It will agree

Surely With me

That teacher should not only be praised

But their salaries must be raised

If the text book can set questions for end of term examination

Type, invigilate and mark before vacation

Then give to the report card the marks of every student

So it can fill itself and give the usual remark-More room for improvement

They will agree

Surely With me

That teachers should not only be praised

But their salaries must be raised

If you've been able to read this write up from start to end

And can even write a comment, then my dear friend,

You've got to agree

Surely With me

That teachers should not only be praised

But their salaries must be raised

If one of these days the pen, chalk and other teaching equipment

Are found at the entrance of the parliament

Please don't sweep them away

Cos this is what they've come to say;

Teachers must not only be praised

But their salaries must be raised.

© MARCH 2011