April and the Daffodils

In April, comes the season of spring

In some places . . . but I don’t have

Heat, sweat . . . and the beaches ring

The humid air my nostrils grab

It’s summertime! That’s what I know

The flowers bloom, the birds bop

No spring that wipes out the snow

The water tempts, it’s time to hop

The daffodils are now in bloom

It’s now in flourish so they say

It grows up not in my home

How would I know, I haven’t see

Should I care about the daffodils?

How does it look like, would it matter?

I look forward to have some thrills

A jaunt or an egg hunt on Easter

Do you have the same reflection?

Of it doesn't matter or I don’t care

Nature is in my imagination

Is it enough, or to care would be better?

I Stand Alone

I stand alone… alone at the side

In a deep thought and heavy sigh

Muted against all sounds

Lest be asked then words untied

I stand alone while the crowds settled

Against the current, I strive

While others have loudly cried

I stand alone without a sound

Your howls I hear but least understand

Can’t see the place of where you stand

Yesterday you’re at the corner

Today you’re at the other side

Forgive me but I won’t cry

A bawler’s life is not my style

I’d rather stay as a muted ant

And bite when ran aground

Your place is not what I stand

Your goal may not be what I want

But when it is for all and sundry

I’ll stand with you and die

I Will Go Home (tribute to Fallen 44)

I will go home now, my dear

After a day of sweat and fear

After a day of fatigue and hunger

After a deafening noise of blasts and flare                  

I will go home and rest, my dear

I will be home soon, honey

After a day of precious journey

A journey to unfamiliar territory

For it is part of my sworn duty

To protect you and our country

I will go home now, mother

Knowing that I have done my share

In ensuring that everyone out there

Would be out from any harm or fear

I will go home but can't hug you, mother

I will go home now, my children

Not to answer your questions of when

Of when are we going to play again

Or safely stroll every now and then

I’ll be home to be with you, my children

                                              

I will be home to be with you, Father

For I have nothing more to render

The end of my journey is now near

Near until I’ll be by your side, Father

I’ll be home to be with you, forever.