Ning

If you were here,
would things still be the same?
Or would we still take life for granted?

If you were here,
would the sky seemed bluer?
Or would the clouds be laced with thunder?

If you were here,
would pink still be your favourite color?
Or would you prefer the color a shade darker?

If you were here,
would you be kinder?
Or would adolescence at fifteen years make you tougher?

Seven years on,
with your presence gone.
I think you'd hoped,
to be able to make me happier.

Seven years on,
we have moved along.
This journey of life,
this life which should be part yours.

Seven years on,
you are with God.
A place we trust,
the pain no longer borne.

Seven years on,
I have moved along.
But you are still deeply missed,
by us all.

Miss you lots.

JackieFruit

Jackie goes to market
with Mom buying bucket
(loads of stuffs).

Passing by the fruit seller,
who sells guava for a dollar
(and five apples for that amount).

Mom stops to choose,
Jackie starts to muse
(her many child-like troubles).

Like Fifty cents for an ice-cream,
or five ice-sticks
(which are ten-cents each).

An aroma drifted,
across her silly ponderings
(of sweet snacks for keeps).

The fruit seller was cutting,
this curiously shaped thing
(like the biggest fruit she'd seen)!

Smells like sour honey,
sticky with white coating
(of bright orange fruit for treat)!

Mom says it's Jackfruit
but it's Jackiefruit she thinks
(her very own fruit with her name).

Mom says it's an exotic fruit
what's that, she thinks
(but good enough, they are special things).

Off to home after, with a Jackiefruit in tow,
Hand in hand, mother and daughter stroll
Down the market place and in time,
A Jackiefruit, their common buy.