Rose Marie Juan Austin

Some let their children fly

Others spare the rodA few left them on their ownStill others are always in between.They weave their different ways of authorityIn accordance with the thoughtWhere their love would be best servedOthers complement the love of mothersStill others want absolute authorityOver the family.Some fathers, unfortunatelyRenounce their rightsGive up as fathers voluntarilyLeaving their children to trailThe storms…

Like a soft shell

When I hold her tightIt makes me feelLike I am walkingThrough egg shellsEvery single morning.My childWill always be a childI will spend a whole lifeTaking care of herMourning for her lost potentials.Every waking momentI will worry about herWhat if I will be goneWill there be someoneWho will ever comfort her?What if I am goneWho will…

It is spring

As if it is stillThe dead of winter.Lingering snowDeters the plants to growBirds nestled on their nestsAnd hope their eggsWill not perishFrom the winter freeze.Yet, I see someTulips and daffodilsIn their vibrant huesBravely poke their way outIn the lingering snow.Winter’s graspOn springJust would not let go.Copyright 2018, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved