A kid I was... I hit the ball to score a goal.
With messy crayons I adorned the wall.
I picked the flowers on early hours.
By the end of the day I still had the power.

With switched off eyes, I start to dream,
they ebb and flow in gentle stream,
until the colors pour into the sky,
announcing the sun to come up soon high.

Another morn to breathe, another day.
Another run to take, yet the same array.
Today I'm the bride, tomorrow the mother.
I understand today how things go better.

Thank you heavenly farther for this rarity. It's far and few between, but each and every one I'm blessed to receive is like sunrise in my eyes. A daybed is my friend as it's where I live out lonely days, though not bored, working online at Neopoet where all my real friends live around the world. So thanks again Almighty for this rare well-day as more ill-days is sure to come

in my day
we got about
with sticks and pocket knives
turned out

abandoned buildings
breaking things
milk money change
to live like kings

I wonder now
how children stave
to deal without
the be in have

with cotton wool
across the land
who can hear
the trickster's band

Say not that the muslim woman is caged
by the veil that she wore for she is liberated
from the lustful eyes of men which stir
sinful desires in their hearts.

The veil is not an oppression to her
It identifies her as a modest woman of faith
It is her commitment to her religion
which will protect her from hellfire