Imaginary
Calendars have come and gone,
fluttering away in the gales of time.
Seasons have bloomed
and withered along the way.
I still ponder,
where did you go?
Even after all these years,
I remember my first friend,
as fresh as the morning dew on petals,
as vivid as the afternoon sun,
as wild as the seedling jutting through concrete,
as brave as the lone eagle soaring high.
We pranced around
in dangling ponytails and pigtails,
laced with ribbons and jewels.
With loud giggles,
we swung the blades of crayons
on the walls.
We scribbled our days away,
etching castles and wonderlands.
With our feet in the lake,
you dared me to chuck my stone across the lake,
farther than yours.
You grinned wider than the Cheshire cat,
at my bulging cheeks of food, looking like a dorky squirrel
with a mouthful of nuts.
My tantrums and tempest always quelled when
you mimed my sullen pout
and tickled the loudest chuckles out of me.
Our cardboard swords swatted away the
vicious dragon-like flies, spiders and other insects from our home.
You and I dilly-dallied our evening away,
chasing dandelions in the winds of dusk.
And like the little spies, we were,
we tiptoed to the kitchen late at night,
to savour the chocolate ice cream
and eavesdropped on the sleeping world.
I remember you had the most brazen fashion,
ruffles and floppy hat,
lace and bow tie,
rainbow sprouting wand and bottomless purse.
But I wonder why
you donned the plain old invisibility cloak around everyone.
Pity, that no one ever saw your scintillating style and charisma.
They sighed and uttered Imaginary with a patronizing smile.
How could you be imaginary?
To me, you felt real,
as real as the beating heart,
as real as the touch of my frock’s fabric on my skin.
To my anguish, the world jinxed you,
for you grew fainter by day.
Your dance tangled your legs
and the colours of your crayons paled.
No longer could your purse hold infinity within.
Your wand drooped at an odd angle
and flickered akin to the dimming light in your eyes.
The floppy hat which made you fly was tattered at its edges.
But your smile was the brightest,
until the very end,
until I couldn’t see you anymore.
Thank you,
for your strength and smile,
which I have imbibed in more ways than one.
I carry your smile every day.
For I know,
somewhere out there,
shrouded under your invisibility cloak,
you are applauding
and daring me to throw the stone further than everyone else,
daring me to take on the world,
one step at a time.
-Edria
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i look at my mother
her hair is graying
she's always in pain
she shakes when lifting the milk
her hand perpetually on the side of her back
she's holding herself together
she's trying her best
mother i can't give you a grandchild
i'm not like you, i'm not strong
you're staring out the window in a daze
watching the grass move with the wind
are you remembering
are you regretting
i recall the last time you held me in your arms
your hair was a beautiful brown and you were so full of life
mother hold me again
one last time
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