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Thursday 22 November 2012

I Have

This is a rhyming poem/game you can recite/play with a child. :-)


I have a bone
This bone is mine
I have a watch
This watch is time

I have a dress
This dress is fine
I have a sneeze
And this sneeze is slime

I have a bag
This bag is Kline
I have a doll
And this doll is blind

I have a dustbin
This dustbin is grime
I have a mystery
And this mystery is crime


I have a picture
This picture is pretty
I have a sofa
And this sofa is dirty

I have a TV
This TV is pricey
I have a bear
And this bear is cutesy

I have a mouse pad
This mouse pad is Hello Kitty
I have a parrot
And this parrot is silly

I had a hamster
This hamster was cuddly
I have a stomach
And this stomach is hungry

- by TC Lai

Thursday 8 November 2012

Balloons They Were All, Once

I saw a cartoon the other day
That had a balloon talking
It got insecure and then shrunk
I thought how apt an action that was
Don't we all feel small one time or other?

It's when I realised the balloon a good metaphor
For Life, for whom we are
We too start out life flat....Nine months later
Our mommies' tummies are inflated
Like a balloon

That balloon then shrinks and here we are
Baby fat and all, like some tube balloon twisted
The same kind that clowns make animals out of
Only now, our parents have made them into us

And then we grow

Sometimes we stay level
Other times our ego inflate
Most times we see what we can only see
That high we can only float

It is only when we go higher
That we learn of other things
Our minds expand
Our vision become inclusive

Isn't that how one must grow?
Isn't that how a balloon must expand the higher it goes?

The knowledge that it fills itself
The environment that makes it so

Finally, the balloon rises too much and pops
We too grow old and die

The pieces of balloon fall to the ground
We are buried in the ground

But for the balloon, it probably made a child happy once
Who, in his glee, had let it go
How about that old man?
Did he have a child he once made happy
And let go?

Fathers and sons
Mothers and daughters
Balloons they were all, once

- by TC Lai