Glory of love; Gift of loneliness
Since I lived inside her womb,
To the first ever touch of her bosom.
The way she holds me,
The softness of her voice
when she talks to me.
Mommy makes me feel inspired,
She is my first love.
His machismo & strong muscles,
To his mustache & huge chest.
Makes me feel too much safety,
Especially when he carries me.
I know he will protect me,
For his braveness & wit secured me.
Since then, I fell in love with daddy.
Her features completes me,
She got what was lack of me.
She sustained me with affection,
And in return I gave her attention.
She takes away my bad days,
And gives me sunshine rays.
I was lucky, I found my other half.
He walks with me to school,
Plays football & basketball.
And rides with our bicycles.
He was more than a peer,
For me, he was a brother.
He gives me companion
And an unbreakable union.
All my life I gripped
On my mother’s love,
On my father’s strength,
On my lover’s care,
& my friend’s squire.
There were a lot of smiles,
Cascading hopes,
Colorful butterflies,
And vivid rainbows.
But, not everyday is a sunny day.
There were times when I cried too.
When I was ten I had my first heartbreak,
My first love, my mommy left me
So sad, fragile, and lonely.
While daddy, my protector
Had fed me to the prey.
He left a young child,
Scared and starved.
Fifteen years later,
I got married, but,
She, just like mommy and daddy,
Left me with a broken heart.
He went away with Johnny,
And took away our baby.
And Peter, my one and only friend
He was far away, in another country.
I was split in two,
Those commitments I had
With people I so love,
Broke me into pieces.
But, no matter how ruined I got
I still hang on to my mom’s love,
Daddy’s strength, my wife’s affection
And Peter’s companion
Because since I was young,
From the moment of conception.
Commitment taught me two things:
Love and loneliness.
And, a fifty-seven-year-old me,
Had embraced both
The glory of love
And the gift of loneliness.
Both gave me the courage
To carry on alone
Upto this age.