She is the Epitome of Wonder

She is the best mum no matter what,
Every now or then, bits her heart,
For her love and passionate care,
She is the epitome of wonder.

Folds of months dressed in pain,
Followed by several years of less gain,
She cared for you while the world starred,
She is the epitome of wonder.

The world needs her special kinds,
To generate many special minds.
She is the only one who replenishes.
And she is the epitome of wonder

Beauty is not much her pride,
To be made that popular bride
Character is her real concern,
She is the epitome of wonder.

There's one special thing about her,
She forgives and forgets all the while,
She is the image of a loving queen
She is the epitome of wonder

Happy Mother's Day
Amu K. Simon
©2015

fractured hopes

our bones are weak,

but we are still on the run.

our flesh is dehydrated,
but we are still breathing.

our eyes are blinded,
but we are still spying.

our ears are deaden,
but we are still hearing.

our dreams are shattered,
but we are still optimistic.

our future is bright,
so we are never stopping.

our life is purposeful,
so we should keep giving down.

our paths aren't straight,
so we keep on surviving.

our hopes are fractured,
so we keep repackaging

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We arrived here blessed to succeed.
So no matter the case, we'd proceed.
The benchmark, we'd surely exceed.
As we sow our good and viable seeds

Lone Universe...

We first met just in last summer,

I held suspicion, she’s a scammer

But my instinct gave me the urge

To risk my treasure in a slow surge 

The feeling reached a top degree

Is the contract without conclusion?

She promised, we are not three

Now, it looks like rerunning illusions

She made me tasted jealousy,

Gave me the virus of drowsy 

She even made me spoke Spanish

Forgetting my guard unleashed 

While I still weren't watching,

She sneaked into my quarters,

Made away with dear batching

Leaving lonely, my lone universe

I tried realizing my long dream,

Asking for a swim in the stream,

She furtively faced my clear beam

Positing we should keep it a secrete

She promised smiles for tears,

Saying her trust is in her dear.

And she can’t wait another year

 I asked, is this against all odds?

Joyful weeks rolled into months

Bitter months folded into years

But my sister kept wiping the tears

While I kept scripting the fonts

My mother said she stole my heart,

My sister believed she was influenced

My dad said, ‘son, feel your heart’

And my brother still remained silence

I tried to do what my father told me,

But all I felt was bitterness or emptiness

Did she steal what I can’t do without?

And oh, is there a slice of second chance?

She came from and through nowhere,

Did she mean to hurt me?

I am still a survivor, surviving every year

My heart is all what I want now.