here are two ‘poems’ for SKJ, the first one was written before he went to kindergarden,
and the second one was written the week before he went into grade six
The Flame Haired Beastie
It’s vicious; it’s got claws, and a survival instinct nothing could tear through.
It’s heartless, leaving a king-tide of demolition in its wake.
It’s intelligent; it runs rings around anyone it meets. And it knows it.
It remembers any weapon ever used against, assimilating it easily
It charms the animals; the dinosaurs, the crocodiles, the lions and tigers and bears.
It leads its armies ruthlessly not caring for tomorrows. It doesn’t seem to care about its men left behind.
I stand hidden in the shadows and watch it quietly go about its business as it lays waste to its own creations and breaks its own rules.
It looks up. It notices me. I freeze.
A smile cracks its face wide open. Its blue eyes the exact colour of the cool spring sky, with their lashes longer and thicker than any girl’s, light up.
Its ruby lips part, flashing its milk white teeth.
‘Mummy, I love you,’ he says, ‘you’re beautiful!’
Poem for a reluctant haircut
the tilt of his head
the smiles that looks like its left his face forever
his hair, beautiful, spent,
clumps of golden knots
drifts fast to the dark floor
He’s being shorn
The razor whirrs
My beautiful, brave, boy, sits quiet as his freedom, abandon,
and holidays, are cut away
How does he look older and younger at once?
Don’t cry in front of him