Very Best Friend

republished

Feet sore

Shoulder sore

Jumping about on the holes in the land

 

I smile

I’m broken

I feel worried

 

But my Friend is here

Sitting beside me

We are chattering delightedly

 

My very Best Friend

 

No words go between us

The wheels roll over the road

The hum of the engine is all I hear

 

Tired

Broken

I am on my way Home

 

No one but my Friend can cheer me up

My siblings will always be able to get my goat

 

That is why and only why

I come home on a sour note.

A Rabbit (Want of Nothing but a Home)

Rustling

Bustling

Through the corners

This small world

Around me

 

Very tightly

I hear all sounds

Like I would be their maker

 

A killer

By heart

Lives in my soul

Don’t come near me

Unless you will feed me

 

If you look at me closely

You see the symbolic never-ending circle

I cannot be caught

 

With black thoughts I go through life

Missing no one

Wanting nothing

But a home

At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.

— Warsan Shire

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.

— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

Taker of Souls

With tea and a meal hearty

There with you they party

Souls when their time has come

In time you found a way

That’s why you take souls

Not in their body

No one will come with you

You have to search for company

When nobody came

The day of your house-warming party

Not search for company

You would like to stay here

In this place you live

My brother

My friend

Death you are

Child In The Wind

Do you hear the wind breezing

Gently in the eaves of this house sneezing

In the corner lies a child freezing

In his toes there is no feeling

Will no one care for this child dying

One who should at least be crying

Do you not here is silent pain screaming

While he lies there of a better place dreaming

The lonely child has no other

In this world who’d care to bother

About such a pitiful creature

To whom life has been a cruel teacher

Why should he suffer so

The lonely soul with no place to go

Will no one take him in

Give food, shelter, love him

I will talk no more

For it will not better his score

Instead I go to him

And I will care for him

In my heart a home he will receive

And a hearth, food and a bed I give

For a poor child in such poor weather

Should in all men’s hearts compassion tether

Nobody should live loveless

A commodity that is priceless

To give has never cost less

Come now, child, and follow me

In safety you will be

No longer such sorrow on you

But happiness here waits for you

This is only the beginning

I will continue giving

Until all the world’s children have a home

A place, a family all their own

Road Lullaby

Sleep soundly small cat

On this road to the old capital

We will come home yonder night

 

Sleep soundly my little bird

Rest your head in your wings

We will come home yonder night

 

Sleep soundly little girl

Travel to dream lands untold

We will come home yonder night

 

Sleep soundly brave boy

Dream of knights and of dames

We will come home yonder night

 

Sleep tightly sweet children

Little cat, little bird

For we will come home yonder night

This Is Where I Grew

Yellow walls
And green hangings
Blue bed spread
Oak dwellings
That is what I see when I look around me
It is not where I wish to be

My dream is a home full of light
Matte colours of brown, black and white
With specks of colour forest green and gold
I like dark colours
Brooding and bold

I say goodbye to the cheeriness of my home room
For at the end of this year
I will be gone

School to Home

Feet sore
Shoulder sore
Jumping about on the holes in the land

I smile
I’m broken
I feel worried

But my friend is here
Sitting beside me
We are chattering delightedly

She is my very best friend

No words go between us
The wheels roll over the road
The hum of the engine is all I hear

Tired
Broken
I am on my way home

No one but my friend can cheer me up
My sisters will always get my goat

That is why
and only why
I come home on a sour note.

Road Lullaby

Sleep soundly small cat
On this road to the old capital
We will come home yonder night

Sleep soundly my little bird
Rest your head in your wings
We will come home yonder night

Sleep soundly little girl
Travel to dream lands untold
We will come home yonder night

Sleep soundly brave boy
Dream of knights and of dames
We will come home yonder night

Sleep tightly sweet children
Little cat, little bird
For we will come home yonder night