Friday, July 9, 2010

The Magician

With an outburst, he rushed
Tears gushed
His tiny feet
Cover as much ground they could
As he rammed onto her breasts
And glided into her lap
She lifts his face up
wiping his tears, she smiles
Eyes talk to one another
And he smiles too
Peace was met
The magic was done.

For those who find it abstruse, its a poem about a mother and a child.
My inspiration to write it roots from the mother-child who live besides my house here. On a rainy day when I was peeping through my window, I saw the boy storming furiously towards his mother as if he just witnessed a ghost. It was a matter of seconds for the mother to put the smile back on his face.