Grandfather
He was tall and strong,
Didn’t say much, just watched.
I would climb up the trees to get mangos,
As he would watch.
I would fall and he would watch.
I would wait for my share of those juicy fruits,
Yet I would never get any.
Being the smallest I would cry,
Then he would call me.
Taking me to his secret stash,
And letting me pick as many as I pleased.
He would then...
Sunday 19th April 2020 9:03 pm
Facade
Words to make others laugh,
Laughter to make them believe,
Smile to cast no doubt,
Don’t feel pain.
Put on a facade for the rest
At home back into the nest.
Don’t let them see
Be filled with glee.
They only know
What you show.
Put on your facade as an aide
To make them laugh.
Saturday 11th April 2020 6:19 pm
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