aunty's watch was worth more
than a thousand battery driven watches
it afforded us the golden moment
to snuggle up into her warm arms
to help her wind her time, to hear her
tell us the story of the day
going to sleep even then
was a more affectionate
affair that sticks to the heart
to this very day
babies now sleep
in a piece of cloth
worked up and down by a machine
we slept in one swung by
the pure love of mummy
and to the precise rhythm
of her spontaneous unmatchable lullabies
and massaging granny
was an hour of little tugs
from our little fists
today's granny well all they
do is sit on a computer
driven massage machine that neither talks,
nor give them hugs
this is a very good one. it talks about the truth and also it talks about the past. i like this one. very different and i like the title.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i very much like your poems that are written in this style, i have read much of your work over the last few months, although i rarely comment, you have a strong unique voice, and its sings volumes in this poem. there is strong moral and poetic lesson in this peice, and it comes acorss well, without forcing itself down the readers throat. best wishes Robin