Sturdy Feet

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Oh, so small,
Oh, so tiny.
Nestled in my belly,
Nestled in my arms.

Promise I won't hurt you,
Promise you won't hurt me.

I will protect you
From the world
Until your feet are sturdy.

'Til that time, baby,
I will teach you
The ways of man.

'Til that time, baby,
I will teach you
The stories of man.

'Til that time, baby,
I will nestle you
In the coccoon
Of my love and security,
Until you grow
To big for it,
And it unravels at
Your feet.

Your sturdy feet.

Pray with me, baby,
As I pray for us
That our journey together
Will be filled with
Love, wisdom and respect.

Pray with me, baby,
That during our journey,
We grow stronger
And wiser together.

Pray with me, baby,
That during our journey
You attain my strengths
And during you life,
You overcome and forgive
My weaknesses.

Baby,
I can't promise you
A perfect world,
A loving world,
A compassionate world.

But I will introduce you
To a world that has
The potential to be
Excellent, loving
And compassionate.

And with your help, baby,
We can make our world
These things and more.
Not for us now
But for those who
Come after us.
So rest now,

Rest in my belly,
Rest in my arms,
Rest and grow strong
For when your time comes
And you are called
To change the world.

Oh, so small,
Oh, so tiny.
Nestled in my belly,
Nestled in my arms.


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Closing The Book

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She sank into the seat
Dropping her bag
In the seat beside her
While keeping a grip
On her boarding pass.

As she slipped on
Her cardigan
She watched the
Other travellers.

A few businessmen
Clickty-clacking on their laptops
While another looks out,
Spacing out on some
Daydream where he doesn't
Have to leave his family.

A few couples
In varying stages
Of their relationships.

The "honey mooners"
Who can't stop
Touching each other.

The couples who are
So used to each other
That they don't even
Have to interact.

The couple who are
Done with each other
And can't wait to get
Home so they can break up.

Then there are families,
As diverse as the couple
From those starting with babies
To those with grown up children.

Lastly, there are the randoms.
The random man,
The random woman
Travelling to God knew where
For God knew what reason.

She was a random,
But she knew her story well
To the degree that
She was going to toss it
To the wind and
Start anew.

This was the last page
Of her story,
And in the course of
An eight hour flight,
A new story would begin.

"Now boarding Flight XY13
At gate 45."
She scooped up her bag
And walked to the gate.

The last sentence was written
And the book was closed.

Jacintha

Jacintha was her name.
Ja
Cin
Tha.

She lived in a little house
In the bad side of town
Where only drunks and
The piss poor lived.
That was how Daddy described it

Even though she lived there,
Jacintha was always dressed well
And smelled of Strawberry and Cream
Left out in the summer sun

Ja
Cin
Tha.

During the school breaks,
We would find her
Behind the counter
Of Joe's Cafe,
Taking orders from men
Twice, thrice her age.

During the school breaks
Jacintha would smell of
Burgers and fries, and
Apple pie. Joe only served
Apple pie with a generous
Dollop of cream to make up
For the lack of variety

In the summer time,
She only worked
The morning shifts.

In the afternoon,
Jacintha would go to the lake,
She would chuck her uniform
And in only her underwear,
She would dive into the lake

Ja
Cin
Tha.

Jacintha died
On a sunny summer day.
Her daddy was forcing himself
On her while in a drunken state.

He momma came upon the scene
And somewhere in the madness,
She shot her husband
And her daughter.

The neighbours found Jacintha
In her momma's arms as
The woman rocked back and forth,
Singing a lullaby.

Her sanity died with
Her only child, Jacintha.

They never charged her,
Instead they sent her to
The State Institution
Where she lives up to today,
Singing a lullaby.

Jacintha was her name.
Ja
Cin
Tha.

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Dear Lover

Dear Lover,
I love you,
Loved you.

It's not as though
I've stopped loving you,
I've just stopped being
In love with you.

You see what
We had was
A broken promise
That we kept calling
A promise refusing
To see the cracks.

Me and you
Were never meant
To be, just creatures
That were tangled up
In each other's web.

Never knowing if
We should resign
Ourselves or fight
To be free.

I choose to be free,
And yet I question
If what I feel,
What I felt for you
Was real or if
It was a chemical
Reaction caused by
Two bodies coming
Together.

I may never know,
I don't want to know,
Somethings are better
Left in the unknown.

Me and you
Are through.
There was never an us
And there never will be an us,
Just you and me,
Two separate entities.

Goodbye dear lover,
I wish you well
And I pray we never
Cross paths again,
Once was enough
For one lifetime.

Yours never more,
Me.