MOTHER

A mother is a crystal-clear spring,
Brings peace to her family.
A mother is a sparkling rose,
Brings hope to her family.
A mother is a pure white dove,
Brings joy to her family.

She always carries her family in her heart,
Like a kangaroo carrying her baby in her pouch.
She is the first person to wake up at crack of dawn,
And sees each day dawns.
She is the last person to go to bed,
So as only to wake up very early the next morning.

Each morning she makes sure that kaukau is
Always near the mantelpiece.
Each day in the scorching heat of the sun,
She always toils in the garden from sunrise to sunset.
Each afternoon she makes sure that
Food is always on the table

As ugly as she may appear to be or,
As aggressive as she may appear to be or,
As slow as she may appear to be or,
As unwise as she may appear to be;
She is still the best, for she always makes sure that food
Is on the table and house is in order.

Yet her importance is always condoned
Until when the mantelpiece is empty;
The chair is empty and;
The house is in disorder.
Alas! But that is too late.
She has immersed into eternity – the land of never-return.

Warm tears may be shed and hearts may be broken,
But a mother can not be replaced.
When she is around, she is the family’s
Crown of hope, peace and joy.
When she is gone for eternity – the land of never-return,
She leaves behind nothing but an empty chair and broken hearts

Mother, you are wonderful, loving, caring, peaceful and forgiving.
Mother, forgive me for inflicting on you an unbearable pain at birth.
Mother, forgive me for parasitizing utterly on your body as a baby.
Mother, forgive me for urinating and excreting on your laps as a baby.
Mother, forgive me for embarrassing you in public as a baby.
Mother, just forgive me for being a naughty boy.

Mother, you are a magnificent gift from God purposely for me.
Thanks mother for having a room for me always in your heart.
Thanks mother for mentioning my name each time you pray.
Thanks mother for your never-ending love for me.
Thanks mother for how wonderful you are to me.
Thanks Lord for my beautiful mother.

By David Gonol
 

Chewing betel-nut

It looks green, yellow, or orange
It tastes sour, sweet or moderate
Crunching and crunching
There it goes
Munching and munching
There it comes
In red, like a reddish
In moisture, like a vapor
It smells good, horrible or middle
Chewing and chewing
The betel nut
In a hatred of spittle
In a liking of chewing
I chew my betel nut
In my pastime

By Peter S. Kinjap










 

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