i.
there is no cure for my sadness
no depth or dimension to this pain
as i look forward and think
of the Christmases we will not share
the golden hair i will not touch
the gentle souls i will not lovingly put to sleep
a part of me has died with your going
and my life, as your life
is one huge ‘could have been’
ii.
in giving birth,
as in giving death,
as in making love,
women must spread their legs
and think of a thousand doves flying
instead of being threatened
by those giant forceps
iii.
this love for you goes by one word: ‘tolerance’
the madness to be blind
i love you much too much
and if indeed love is sharing
until when will i do so
with those other women?
It was total hapiness when I first met my little boy who now is christened DDBoy Betita. Life is great, please learn to live it as I have said.
ajay,
kailan ka ulit susulat ng poems?
hope you continue writing poetry, even during happy moments,
it helps anchor the soul, and spreads the love for writing like a virus
among those too timid to express themselves.
keep on writing!
toots
Always been meaning to write poems Toots but the inspiration escapes me for now. Hope to do so one of these days. A million thanks for this encouragement, it’s very much appreciated:smile: