Author: theclosedheart
Anne Frank Huis
“But Mumma, what was Anne Frank’s fault? Why was the police looking for her?”
What would you tell your child? Anne Frank’s fault was that humans place race and religion over humanity?
Summer Vacation
Last day of Kindergarten was a special day
We went for a picnic and went around all day.
I would spend the next 11 weeks at home,
I was happy to be with Mumma
But Mumma knew better and that look, oh no!
So I went for a Chess Camp
And a Drama Camp
And a Tennis Camp
And Mumma asked if I’d like to dance too,
And I said no, with a frown and a foot stamp.
I love to wake up with Mumma in the morning at 4
She says that I should sleep a little bit, a little bit more.
She says that I trouble her when she is trying to work
So I play quietly and I get down to work.
I ask her “how much more time”
And I can now read the clock
She tells me 3hrs, 2hrs and then 1
I go back to play after I say “oh fine”.
One day I decided I won’t trouble Ma no more
I didn’t ask her how long before she was done
I didn’t ask her, no not even once.
She was happy and proud and hugged me tight
My eyes were shining with tears so bright.
Every day when Ma was done
She saw toys here and there
And my books were everywhere, just everywhere.
At times Ma would ask me to clean up
‘Hurry up”!
At times she would let me make a mess
Till she couldn’t walk around, no less!
But we played every day
And cycled and swam.
When she didn’t have a cycle,
I cycled and she ran.
We played frisbee and snakes and ladders
And catch.
I tell you, I’m the best Mumma is no match.
I’m going back to school now
I’m a first grader
A great reader
And look forward to new friends.
Mumma is worried about me eating
And the time I’d spend at school.
I told her she can nap now “peacely”
And that furrowed her brow.
I know she doesn’t mind when I play while she naps
But when one hour is over I give her a wake up tap.
It’s the morning of Grade 1
And my bus is here
And I tell ma, I will see her soon.
Day 1 in Grade 1
Was a whole lot of fun.
When I came back home
Ma was so glum.
She said she missed me
There was nothing to clear.
No books and no toys and no clothes here and there.
No one to fuss over and feed
No one to play catch and no stories to read.
No one asked her if she was done with her work
She just sat there and worked till she could work no more.
I wonder what Ma is made of
She gets worried when I’m home
And she can’t bear it when I’m gone
When I’m gone to school again.
Mom
When the woods whistled at night
And all the monsters came for me
I sneaked up to Mom’s room
And her hand on my waist kept me safe.
When rains would lash
And the waters would rise
I’d look at Mom’s calm
And it kept me safe.
When I would be a bundle of nerves
On the night before (every) exam
She’d walk in and I’d be fine.
When I could not tell her what bothered me
Just putting my head in her lap
Got me peace.
When I fell sick
She nursed me back to health.
When I stayed awake with my daughter
She split the night with me.
And now we are all gone
Far away from her.
And she falls sick every day,
It’s more the heart than the body.
And when I see her she says
I don’t want to live anymore
I just want to go now
Seen everything, and done everything.
I don’t want to be sick anymore.
And I gently remind her
And ask her if she would have liked it
Had I said it when I was sick sick sick.
No she says.
And then smiles
And gets ready for another day.
That’s what moms are
The safe haven the heart craves
And they ask for a little in return.
And if you can be there
For that little word when they need it
They are safe.
Your safe haven’s safe.
When there are no voices
May this never be “a country without a post office”
May there be love galore
Little Girls
Little girls are little
For such a little while.
They outgrow your lap
In just a little while.
The gurgling changes to a giggle to a laugh
In such a little time.
They won’t ask to sleep on your tummy
After a little while.
They learn to play on their own
In such a little time.
They don’t want the dolls and teddies
After just a little while.
They outgrow the bows and ribbons
In just a little while.
Dad cannot throw them up in the air
Mama cannot share the rides
After just a little while.
Little girls can shower and get dressed on their own
They don’t ask you to feed them,
Or read them stories,
Or shoo away the monsters under the bed,
Or help them with Math,
Or take them to birthday parties,
After just a little while.
So love them and hold them
Cherish them and spoil them
For just a little while
For just a little while.
Brownie
Life’s like brownies
They look perfect with the imperfections
They are best enjoyed with buddies – coffee or hot chocolate
They may be a little dry but still worth tasting.
Enjoy the perfectly imperfect life
With those who matter!