I was a child…

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I knocked at your door
I heard a voice
I knocked once more
'Till the voice flee

Outside the house
A playful young crowd
To be with them
They called me

Playing was a child's hour
With fellow children 
With the neighborhood
An hour became forgetting

I remembered you
You were sick in bed
Not able to get up
But I can't go inside

The door was locked
The key I can't find
Knocked, knocked, I did
The silence listened

Neighbors lend a hand
'Till the you no more
Angels lifted you
I was a child...

I cried for you
'Till today, Mama
Missing our yester years
I was a child...

And today, I raised
A loving family
Right virtues you taught
Kept them with me

Now, a man of today
Treading the path you've learned
The right one for me, since
I was a child... 

 


For us to weave…

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i don't care what it is aptly called
a muscular organ and it certainly beats 
one hundred thousand times in a day
pumping blood throughout the whole body

roughly the size of a large fist
four chambers, two lower, two upper
right atrium and right ventricle
same with the left,to many, it's a puzzle

why the throbbing is so terribly fast
when i hear your lovely stupid name
it beats  horribly in full speed
same surname as yours as i read

when i hear laughter thinking it's yours
giggling is too much when it surprisingly occurs 
your face i see when i thought of a similar smile 
swiftly it goes to neutral and hopefully mild

your anger makes this heart palpitate
shortness of breath and the struggle is so great
need to be calm to drive this heart at peace
stress and anxiety need to be freed and released

this heart needs love and someone to care  
to brighten up the night and jubilation to share
i only have a heart and honesty to give 
you have truth and honor for us to weave...