A lullaby 

Hello child,

Now you be kind, okay?
You bring that injured kitten home even if mamma says no, 
You take care of him and show him how to jump again…
Cause you jump the highest, oh yes, I’ve watched you on that trampoline.

And be hopeful,
Spring is just around the corner,
And you can wear your pink and green polka dotted stockings again. 

Now my child,

Did you know? 
That you were born, in the blackest of nights,
But with only the brightest of stars, shining In the sky.

You are made of hope, and stars,
And your heart could fill a hundred injured kittens. 
You are made of kindness and compassion,
And spring comes back, 
Only for you.


Plain Old Love

So when love arrived, there weren’t any sparks or the feeling of despair.

No sting of bloody cigarette marks, no dearth of loving care.

It wasn’t a rollercoaster or something that bothered her at night, like a gentle breeze, he helped her calm her mind.

The stars didn’t seem to dance, nor did the sun shine any brighter.

Unlike the stories and the songs, he wasn’t a ferocious fighter.

This time, love didn’t scream into her mind but eased into her soul. He loved her slow but gripped her hard and kept her heart from the cold.


When love arrives,

It’s not always fairytales and magic carpet rides,

But when it does, when this love arrives.

Embrace it like the ocean tides, 

Let it flow, break down your wall.

This time love will be worth the fall.

On despising mint chocolate and finding you

Find  someone who hates the same thing as much as you. I for one have always despised mint chocolate for reasons I don’t think are hard to understand. How can something as warm and comforting as chocolate pair up with something as umm well green and toothpasty?

I hate it as much as I hate the sky without stars,

as much as using an umbrella in the rain,

as much planning for the weekend way in advance,

as much as travelling alone,

as much as the idea of being alone,

as much as the idea of never finding love.

Though, one day.

One day as I walked down the empty boulevard wondering why I was walking down an empty boulevard considering how cruel the sun was that day I wished for some kind of repose.

And right ahead was a dear old ice-cream parlor. An old fashioned one complete with soda fountains, malteds, cherry floats and simple sundaes crafted from home made flavours. It had a little poster which said, “Try our brand new ice-cream flavour: Chocolate chip with mint”. I quietly ignored the not so generous offer and looked onward. A young man with dreamy eyes was telling the waiter how much he hated mint chocolate and why he does not understand the popularity of the flavor. I watched him rant to the waiter who didn’t seem all that interested, though I was. The parlor was just trying out new ways of getting more people to enter in. Anyway, once this man was done expressing his disappointment over the ever so repugnant flavor of mint chocolate I decided to join him at his table. Sitting like he was lost, though lost in a good way, gazing at the vintage posters on the wall with a slight smile on his face, made me wonder what was it on his mind that made him light up like a lighthouse on a dark beach, like  the only flickering streetlight on a lonely road. He looked like hope and hope was what I needed. He saw me approaching and smiled as to welcome me to his table

It’s funny because the first thing he asked me after we introduced ourselves to each other was, “where’d you grow up?”

And two hours down the conversation I’m telling him about the first time I learned how to swim, and how I almost drowned my trainer and he was telling me about his first kiss when he was ten and how the girl was taller than him. He opened a part of my soul that needed some sunlight, he made me talk about the brighter side, he reminded me of the days I used to be perpetually happy as a child, he brought my weary heart home.  Oh and, how could I forget we talked about how chocolate mint ice cream should be banned from the face of the earth.

Dusk began to set in, he drove me home and as I counted the streetlights that passed us by, I wondered if this was the beginning of something.  For our laughter sounded like synchronized chaos, you know like raindrops or crashing waves, all in their own skin, nothing forced. Raw and powerful.

When he left me at my front porch he kissed me on my forehead and he told me how happy he was about the fact that my forehead perfectly reached his lips. Now boy oh boy, don’t ask me what this is,but all I know is that he hates mint chocolate and I hate mint chocolate and I will never admit to him that I found in him what I was searching for.