A few months ago, I held a new born baby. A
tiny, sweet, handsome man that belonged to one of my friends. His tiny fingers
tightly gripping my finger, his sharp nails (by the way, the nails of the tiny
ones are usually...
A MOTHER’S JOY
25 November 2012
THE FALLEN
Boom! Thump!
A mother is rushing,
The walls are crushing,
Wails all around.
The victims we surround,
The screams, cries are loud,
The father, mother, sister, brother,
Victims of another’s blunder
As we stare and ponder,
Why kill your brother?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
For...
8 November 2012
SORRY by LORRAINE PHIKELILLAH
Being sorry
can be very hard when we're overwhelmed with pride,
But sometimes our pride must take a fall before we lose out,
And when we have to say sorry we should mean it from our soul, A meaningless
sorry is like a broken promise to the heart.
And it only
hurts more in the end, bringing...
5 November 2012
THE EAGLE
I see him,
Stout legs, strong feet
Sharp talons, hooked bill.
I feel him,
Large, broad, strong wings,
Sharp, piercing eyes.
He spots me from a great distance,
I cover my chicks in an instance,
His eagle...
