My Nia!

Anya,

You are yours, and then mine!

My Nia, I don’t call you this for nothing. You dazzle my world! You are the silver line of my cloud, and that’s all you need to know. Cheers to your first equinox. To you & I. I hope you grow up to be fiercer, sharper, and more unforgiving than your mum ever was. You’ll need it. Thank me later!

I was born with you, the same morning,

The one in which I realized I would rip myself open for you!

The moment you were placed on me, I knew, I have my albatross!

And at the risk of sounding cliché,

I miss my time with me, my body, I miss being able to sip my poison too!

But I don’t miss the person I was before you!

You feel like my heart was cut out of my chest and placed on me!

The sleepless nights with you feel right, You feel right!

Like you chose me, I did too.

And I will, every day!

Mum

Mom!

Mom
I dropped quick and easy, like a ball of yarn three decades ago
Your shadow has lingered on me since
Your syllables, your voice, like an old audio cassette on loop
Like my favourite soundtrack.
You are the flying, shining, metal hard armour
Wrapped in a heavenly flesh, that once was my abode.
I’ve never once have had a blank static stretch
Your tape reels have been all along in my frames.
I’ll run blindly towards you, rolling down steep slopes
To tell you something, everything, to unwind.
To who you are what, regardless,
You will always be the lamps of my street dark old town

 

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