Night

 I hold you while you gulf

that huge bottle of milk.

Straighten you up to burp

and sing to you quietly.

Drowsy eyes, full belly

soft pjs, clean diaper,

you are rocked slowly

to the land of wonder.

In my arms you will find

the comfort you need might

that is all that I aspire.

Hope in the morning to hear,

that graceful inviting smile

to that I sleep, nighty night.

The strangest rebirth

I was invited once,

To the strangest event. 

On the last day of the year,

One with a long painful end.

A long time friend,

Told me of his gathering, 

With more high school mates. 

I can join them, he said.

We made mayonnaise 

And canapés 

In small hand-crafted plates. 

All four happy to be single, 

As I was once again, 

With gellow shots and music

In a small appartement.

We had all we needed

To burn the past away. 

Writen on small

pieces of parchment

Collected on a metal bucket

Light up with a wooden match

And ashed slow under our watch. 

It was weird. 

It was healing. 

As a Fenix brought within

A room of nurturing,

Absolutely bewitching. 

I haven't had the chance, 

To see them together since. 

Thank you David. 

By lending me your friends, 

You have made more for me

Than all of mine tried. 

Betrayal of the working mom

I have worked through pregnancy
when my fist wouldn't clench,
when the nights were left unheld
and breathing was a torment.

I did so because I loved my job,
my colleagues and my boss.
Responsibilities fueled me
with intrinsic need to weather.

Safeguarding our health
I was set to rest prematurely,
fortunately able to insure
the most urgent affairs closure.

Haunting the house aimlessly,
anticipation consuming my energy
the day came glorying my pain
and handed was a world with a ribbon.

My baby, my joy and my focus alone,
for the months to come
was a gift, a miracle
and a brilliant leach of life.

She had my undivided attention
for as long as I could master,
but life caught up with us,
my body barely mine and brain drained.

Eager to resume my functions
got a review from my sympathetic employee,
surprised that I was not my dynamic
and cunning self while making life.

Burst the amazing illusion
of being professionally cherished,
the drive to hand my precious
to another's arms for my job hanged.