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Sunday, April 6th, 2008

House Without Windows & O Little One (Two Poems)

1) House Without Windows

I am building a house with no windows

And a very small door,
And my friends all ask me why.

Life has been for me full of anxiety

And I care not to let it in any more;
So you see, I am making a very small door.

And having no windows allows

What is outside not to look in
Thus freeing my spirit to rest again…

Original published in the Magazine: The Mango Tree, out of India (August/September issue 204], considered by the editor to be an exceptional poem. Also published in the book “The macabre Poems,” Volume III.

2) O Little One

You’re growing so fast,

My little one,

With eyes of spacious hue.

You’re growing so lovely,

My dearest one,

With hair of golden dew.

And with a whisper,

And head turned down,

You say you love me so!

Your voice teardrop lime,

Your pride so new,

I say I love you, too.

Sh!I wish I was,

But I am not,

The things a dad should be.

But I miss you so

And I L-o-v-e You!

With all there is of me.

Note: Taken from the book, “The Other Door,” the authors first book, written and published in l981; 2006, being its 25th Anniversary. Now considered a classic by many; pp; 12.

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