Monday, September 20, 2010

A Tale About An Angel

I like the warmth of her tiny palms on my cheek,
when we lay on the bed,
before the night closes the day.

I like the feeling of her peck from her lips to mine,
the wetness of it,
sometimes dry.

I like the reflection in the mirror that smiles back at me,
her head slightly slant, her shoulders shrugged,
when I carry her in the bathroom,
brushing her teeth and stroking her hair.

I like the laughter she makes,
when my hand found her stomach,
tickling away her sanity.

I like the steps she makes,
with knee up high when she runs,
with pace alike a puppy leap.

I like the kick she makes on my back, using her tiny feet,
stomping away the soreness from my spine,
her way of waking me up in the morning,
when the clock strikes eight, sometimes nine, at times ten.

I like her breath in my ears,
a tiny wind that blows into my drum,
when I carry her up the stairs.

I like her face on my chest, the roundness of it,
slammed against my heartbeat,
when I shook her to her favorite song.

I like the voice vibrated through her throat, the spontaneity of it,
the epitome of affection, the need to be with me,
when she calls me:



Twilight said...

You are back for good? I didn't know you can be a good papa poet. You sounded happy!

A Common Singaporean said...

Yo Twilight,

I have been along for so long and had not expected anyone to leave a comment. Wah, you very fast!

Not sure when is the next post lah, but I owe my newly born son a new post. I will get it done when time permits.

Catch you again man!

安琪琳@Angeline said...

Wow poetry...not bad! Good papa

Gratitude said...

Welcome back hamsem Papa!
Angel has really grown. If not mistaken, she should be celebrating her 2nd birthday by now?

A Common Singaporean said...

Angeline - I don't think it qualified as a poetry la, the words do not even rhyme. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt like putting words on paper, about how I felt about my daughter, and it was just that. It was no poetry.

Gratitude - She's almost 12kg now. She's growing well. Time flies, really. Yeah... you are almost on dot, she will be Two in a month's time! And happy mid autumn to you!

Shahana said...

very lovely poet for a lovely child from a caring dad.

A Common Singaporean said...

Shahana - Thank you. They are lovely until they grow up and turn rebellious, so I enjoy while it last.

Shionge said...

Yo Ken, I've missed this and what a lovely & beautiful poem for your Little Angel :D

I'm sure she'll treasure it as it is from PAPA :D

laglias said...

Awesome! I loved your poem and your ranting in the next post. It is life and it will get better and be more challenging at the same time.
All the best,

A Common Singaporean said...

Shionge - I respect parents like yourself who had been through shit to bring up their kids. I sign up for this not knowing how much shit I have to clear, literally, my son poops like no business.

Laglias Jane - Thank you for dropping by. I love life, the happiness as well as the painful bits, these are all the things that makes us stronger with each year passing. But sometimes I want to pass out juggling between 2 kids, here I go again... what a ranter I am!!