poet

My son singing on his birthday ❤️

Breaking trail

the first day.

The year is now

a different number.

A cold night

a restless slumber.

2021 even sounds

better than before .

So slowly we open,

now close the door.

CMM. ©. 2021

I was the one who they called the knee baby.

Not sure why , I am the one in the cap,

I stood as tall as the rest of my siblings.

I always had an impish smile; they said.

Worn out pants handed down by someone.

I never knew we were not rich.

My Grandparents never ‘let on.’

©. CMM. 2020

Looking through pages

the freedom of the past.

Before the virus

came so fast.

It will be gone;

just hope and pray.

It won’t be long

we will see a new day.

© CMM. 2020

Eve of Christmas

Time to pray

Time to say

A Yuletide

She strides

Along beside

Watchful care

A stick to dare

Unwanted foe

I love her so

CMM ©. 2020

One tree this year.

A time to remember.

We miss our loved ones

In this Covid December .

We will not forget

We are still in hope.

While many have lost

and now have to cope.

We light the candles

We cut the cake.

Pray for the lost,

different memories we make.

CMM © 2020

We are not sure

We wait with uncertainty

We listen to sounds unheard

As the world still does not know

What challenges we face …

2020 © CMM

A quick jaunt in early morning

Time was on my side

A holiday wish with all our warnings

Good wishes do abide 🙏