From deposits of interests.
Your return is going to be exchanged,
With dividends unexpected!
There were some times
You knew you didn’t have to be there.
But you stayed and weathered the storm!
And your reward comes,
Packaged in contentment!
You now know what pleases you…
And your sacrifices have not been in vain!
Invested heart…
Collect your joy!
Do you know of anyone else,
More deserving?
Most times than none,This is done by relatives and friends of some.With a demeaning of one’s character.From an innocence that is done!Now…If the one who is victimized,Wins the lottery…Or some other monetary prize.Relatives, friends and those unknown,Expose themselves from beyond closed doors…And everywhere else,To make themselves known.Just to share their good wishes!And…Of course a taste,Of…
Taking her needles,And attaching small knots!Making crisp doilies…With different patterns,Little mats she would starch.Amazing my curiosity,At the speed she delivered such art!When she would macramé,I would ask her how it was done.She took my hands in between hers…Until I alone did start!She noticed soon I got extremely bored,And my grandmother made me stop!‘Boy…You something else!Why…
But I can no longer hold myself responsible,For your ignorance.I can no longer pretend it does not exist.It is there like strewn garbage.And passed as if invisible.Not seen.Or accepted as part of the environment.Tolerated…By those who wish it would go away.But I don’t have those wishes at all.I know I am the one who has…
And those who chose not to see life that way?It is okay to leave them convinced…They are a reflected perception of satisfactions,Sometimes there to please.And most times delivering to them blemishes,Found to compare an awareness of flaws!They wish to correct…With further imperfections!
You want then to confuse.Like raindrops in clear sky and bright Sun.What is going on?You refuse to be ‘we’ then.A beginning of shade comes.A building of a wall of ice…Is felt.You freeze me out!Your shouts do not warm.And you feel I should love to lick,The biting lips of an icicle?‘Do you see…Kick Me In The…
In a career.She believes…Her motherhood instincts,Are just as good!And I thought…She was lousy,In bed!
