you are a fighter
and a survivor.
is next to none.
You value winning
in human being.
I love you
your role model
carried me through
A farm girl decided to survive in a big city.
She tried all decent work to bring in income
to pay for their daughter’s education,
so she would not need to follow her footsteps.
She sold rubber sandals in the market.
She mixed cement, dug trenches
and laid bricks on construction sites.
She is 5 feet tall in sun tanned skin.
She rode on a 28 inch wheel bicycle
carrying an ice box filled with ice blocks.
She waited outside her daughter’s school
in many scorching summer afternoons.
Children swamped out the school gate
at the sound of the bell.
That was the best time of her sales.
Children were reaching their hands high
to pay for the ice blocks.
It looked like a vigorous bidding scene.
She barely kept up to collect the coins
while giving out the ice blocks.
Yet her eyes always spotted her little girl
once she appeared outside the school gate.
She reached into the bottom right corner of the ice box
to retrieve the special perfectly frozen vanilla ice block,
handing it to her daughter standing on the sideline.
She never kept any eye contact though,
for the fear of the children would laugh at
her little girl has a mother working as a petty street vendor.
She received great education opportunities
from her mother’s hard labour and vision.
Every time she sucks on a vanilla ice block,
her mother’s sun tanned forehead
soaked with hot summer sweat
comes into her mind.
The melting ice block,
her melting heart,
shows up as streams of tears
she is too proud to hold back.
– dedicated to my mother
I am rendering 4 walls
in my heart
because my baby is dying
the anticipating pain
I cannot bear
night is my enemy
it tricks me to hear my baby is crying
I bow my face to the ground
Your promise of life
will not return void
This is my only hope
in the tomb I am preparing in my heart
for my baby’s burial
from this life to eternity
My heart shattered by his pain
I long for his smile in the shower of your light
on earth as it is in heaven
So young he is, I beg
restore his childlike innocence
wisdom only comes with time
A dying child, a dying mother’s wish and