crossroads
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crosssroads
my hand on your soft little one,
i hope i am not griping too hard
but i must hold on.
we are at the corner of Coleman and Hill
waiting for the lights to turn green.
you, my dear daughter
standing quietly by my side,
the big trucks and cars
all impatiently rushing by.
a ragged doll on your other hand,
on your back, your little backpack
with crayons and a colouring book,
a water bottle, some small towels.
you said you would like to carry it yourself
like how dad had always carried
a lot of things.
You are the light of the lamps,
the light in everyone's eyes.
the light of the stars above,
and now it shines in your eyes
the green man of the traffic lights
as we cross the road
in sure measured steps
on the long journey home.
06/05/2025
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"so my dad tags along for he is stocky
and muscular so no one would want
to mess with me or the tank,"
- dsnake1, Lavender Street, early 60's
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2025
2 Comments:
A poem filled with love....Gorgeous !!
Thank you, Rall. It was a joy to write this poem. :)
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