Tuesday, April 18, 2017

|| toys ||

















(one)

Children grow
toys become small
the mother stores
the toys to touch
their leftover childhood.

As soon as the
children know the lie
of life hidden in toys
they leave home
in search of the
truth of life.

The mother looks
for their fingers
hidden in their toys
to forget the pain
of the separation
from the child
gone abroad she
kisses the toys
her children kissed.

Touching the memories
of her children left in
the toys she eases the
pain of her memories.

In her memories she
keeps her children's toys
and in toys her hungry
motherly touch thinking
the toys too miss her children.

Sometimes she puts
the old tricycle in
the forlorn garden and
remembers her children's
feet now in military boots
or trudging alien paths.

With her old eyes
the mother blesses the
dreamy new world of
her children's eyes
that is untouched by
tears of slavery even
now she e-mails to
them the magic messages
from childhood scriptures
and life-" a slave is happy
not even in his dreams"
" love truly and thou shall be united
with thy love."

(two)

As soon as the
children know the lie
of life hidden in toys
they leave home
in search of the
truth of life.

Leaving the toy animals
children set out to win
the war against the animal
hidden within men.

Abandoning toy planes
and cars children leave
in search of a new life
better than their parents'
they had heard in their father's
heartbeat seen swinging
in their mother's eye.

No comments:

Post a Comment