9- ANGEL (poem)

I was 12 when you came to the world

You had small hands clutched tightly to mama's fingers.

When you opened your eyes you stared right at me unseeingly

For during that time you were just a born baby.

Angel (new born) with Joyce, Kirsten, Mama, Grace

I wanted to feed you, hold you in my arms

But mama scolded me said that I shouldn't

For you had a small problem above your tongue

You are struggling with a little hole that can cut your air.

When you cried, I couldn't give you food

I was scared of it coming out of your nose that father gave you

Milk pouring, dripping, filling and can drown you without being in waters.

During your naps, I kiss your chubby cheeks

Hold your small hands, sing you to sleep.

My mind then says "Your name suits you well.

You're a pure angel that can be that is fragile as can be"

I then ask God

Why did you give us a golden gift that you can take with a snap?

I wanted to hold he and keep her in my arms

But I couldn't do so without tearing you apart.

You've grown and now can talk

But words that come out of your mouth are hard to decipher

It's like the Morse code, only harder

I try my best to understand you, just like mother.

Now I'm away from you, I miss you so.

I wonder what you're doing, how was your day so far?

Are milks still coming out of your nose?

Are you and Kirsten getting along now?

Kirsten, Angel (3 yrs. old), Me

Now I tell you Don't

Don't get father mad, he's a lion.

Don't disobey mama, she knows best.

Don't fight with Kirsten, she's your best friend.

Don't skip school, listen to teacher Lalain.

Don't argue with other kids, that's just insane.

Always pray, don't forget our Lord.

He's the one who gave you to us, our little gold.

But most of all, don't you forget

I love you so much, my little ANGEL.