Daughters Poems
Sons and Daughters
by Samson Oloto
You teach your girls
how to be prim and proper
You prepare your daughters
how to be good wives
telling them
"You are nothing without a man"
remember
to teach your sons
how to be men indeed
remember to teach them
......
Sandcastles
by Mia Macias
A group of three is highly vulnerable to life, as a tripod camera is bound to tip over and shatter upon removal of any single leg. What remains is a stand of 2 legs, deemed easily disposable by any onlooker.
One day, a tripod's worst nightmare fatefully manifested and so three became two.
But to fatalistics, two is perceived only as 1 + 1, and upon the removal of one, there would equal only one. And thus, perception of our existence became an easily disposable one. Life was swept by the clumsy winds of fate, the same palm-rustling and wave-trashing breeze still heard in the dark beneath shut eyes today. The breeze which shook two in the midst of grief as they lay back to “sleep” after life swerved to a sideroad
Away from next-day good mornings and future goodnights, which were tragically spared that bad night. Driven without control over any wheel, away from the crossroads, where I see she still lies asleep each passing day. Growing smaller, and smaller with time. And where I still lie, to myself that 1 + 1 = 2 and not 3.
Where mothers of happier families fantasize about children who will one day have their own children, who may certainly live to see the children of those children.
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Parents Tearful Farewell for Daughter
by Rafiq Pasha
To a place new, land new
You shall go – one day
Leaving behind memories lovely
For Papa and mama – my little fay
I knew this day, would come one day
When you would find Prince of your Dreams
You shall leave behind golden memories
of childhood, to cherish on reams and reams
......
Sandcastles
by Mia Macias
A group of three is highly vulnerable to life, as a tripod camera is bound to tip over and shatter upon removal of any single leg. What remains is a stand of 2 legs, deemed easily disposable by any onlooker.
One day, a tripod's worst nightmare fatefully manifested and so three became two.
But to fatalistics, two is perceived only as 1 + 1, and upon the removal of one, there would equal only one. And thus, perception of our existence became an easily disposable one. Life was swept by the clumsy winds of fate, the same palm-rustling and wave-trashing breeze still heard in the dark beneath shut eyes today. The breeze which shook two in the midst of grief as they lay back to “sleep” after life swerved to a sideroad
Away from next-day good mornings and future goodnights, which were tragically spared that bad night. Driven without control over any wheel, away from the crossroads, where I see she still lies asleep each passing day. Growing smaller, and smaller with time. And where I still lie, to myself that 1 + 1 = 2 and not 3.
Where mothers of happier families fantasize about children who will one day have their own children, who may certainly live to see the children of those children.
......
Parents Tearful Farewell for Daughter
by Rafiq Pasha
To a place new, land new
You shall go – one day
Leaving behind memories lovely
For Papa and mama – my little fay
I knew this day, would come one day
When you would find Prince of your Dreams
You shall leave behind golden memories
of childhood, to cherish on reams and reams
......
Sons and Daughters
by Samson Oloto
You teach your girls
how to be prim and proper
You prepare your daughters
how to be good wives
telling them
"You are nothing without a man"
remember
to teach your sons
how to be men indeed
remember to teach them
......
