A Still Photograph

When sunset rays walked by the terrace,
little kids and their smiles come by our house.
They left their slippers before the entrance
and went inside the four cornered
playground that will soon be

Cakes

The singing of the birthday song
Started right after you came in.
And your presence invited others,
Though it’s not your celebration.
The twins, the celebrants
On their gray and identical dresses
Were excited to see you.

Knots

An overhand knot. Loop like bunny ears.

Another overhand.

With eyebrows almost meeting,

I concentrated

on the simplest

ordeal a six-year-old should ace.

A Child’s Story

Before I nodded off to sleep at night

Mama would tell me a fairy tale

The princess meets her dear prince

“And then what next, Ma?’

A finger to her lips, she’d smile

“I’ll let you read the book tomorrow.”

The Fisherman

When I remember that fisherman
Walking out of our house every morning
Before breakfast begins, I think.
Now, we seemed to distant, his heart
As usual, too far from my own.