Black Poems

Quiet Sunday Mornings

Both boys curled up around me

Little arms holding me tight

Outside birds chirping in the tree

An end coming to the night

The sun shines in through the window

The smell of fresh coffee and baked bread

Too relaxed to start the day

I sit back in my pyjamas and enjoy my quiet head

The morning keeps unrolling

At a quiet and steady pace

These silent moments give me the feeling

That I am no longer out of place

I love being up with them in the early hours

Toddler heaven simply made

By claiming all the candy ours

Watching Dora and planning our raid

Chocolate stains. Sticky fingers.

Soiling the drawings of our wicked plan

While I am glad that my darkness no longer lingers

We determine what is the best way to wake up the old man

In just a few minutes, we will assure you

Daddy will be widely awake

We are currently estimating how much noise and tickles

This mission is going to take

Unfortunately as we sneak up the stairs

The enemy is already up and about

But we caught him on the toilet unawares

Making him shriek out loud

I laugh as the five year old starts a tickling fight

And the one year old contributes by biting daddy’s knee

I stand back and laugh at the silly sight.

The scene making my mind sadness free.

Life today seems much better than a month ago

I hope that nothing is going to change this mood

Darkness, I beg you, let me go

And this time, please, let it be for good.