Jambourree

i
Blossoms bending branches
Your footsteps by mine
I wish to hear

ii
Icy wind

Damp clothes

Huddled frames

iii

You sleep – I ache

Two sides of the world

Darkness and light

iv

Pain binds us

A world we share no more

Filled with autumn leaves

v
Left you one winter morning
My heavy heart did not stop me
From wiping out the songs we sang

You are beautiful

The nurse had grown fond of him. She would often check on him and stay a while to chat with him . That day she noticed a bottle of baby lotion next to his bed and impulsively picked it up and began applying on his face – something he has hated since he was a tiny baby. He made a terrible face and asked her to stop. The nurse said, “ I am making your face more beautiful.’

After she went away, he looked up with tears in his eyes, “Mamma, am I not beautiful already? Why does she need to make me more beautiful?’ After a pause, ‘Does she think that a cream can change my face?’