Category: Montessori and Teachers

When I was young.

When I was young.

*When I was young * When I was young, I could remember my dad used to call me ‘young lad’. When I was young, I assumed the moon was mine because it followed me all the time. When I was young, I thought America flowed with milk and honey so, for my travel, I saved […]

Halloween.

Halloween.

Halloween The Spirits have come out to play. To become the Livings play mate. They must have their way. Their cross over can wait. The Living has worn costumes for this get together. Scents of their perfumes warming the cold weather. Scared but still interested, I hid behind a pillar. Watching the Living and the […]

The Irony of Fate.

The Irony of Fate.

*The Irony Of Fate * ‘Such is the Irony of Fate’. I heard a voice whisper As I questioned myself; why Fate always unveils the unexpected. I cannot understand no matter how hard I try to. Even though I know I can’t unfold this logic of Fate, I still intend to try. Many wanted to […]

The Final Verdict.

The Final Verdict.

The Final Verdict And the black maria passed escorted by angry sounds of sirens. The boisterous crowd still in debate as women wailed for their convicted children. Convicts peering through the van’s bars As they waved cuffed hands. Man has judged man In his own sense of judgment. Only if there was a scale, True […]

The wise men of the East.

The wise men of the East.

The Wise Men of the East Hail thee men, all courageous and bold that travelled all night in the cold with their gifts tightly at fold. They brought forward a gold, Frankincense, as we were told and Myrrh all scenty and old. Baby Jesus, they wished to behold with gifts which were never sold. 0

Black Rose.

Black Rose.

Black Rose I found a Friend. A gift to behold. We would lie on fields and count the stars. I gave her a White Rose. I found a Lover. A blessing in an envelope. I would feel at rest at the crisp of our kisses. I gave her a Red Rose. And then I lost […]

Drought.

Drought.

Drought The pregnant clouds have deprived us a rainfall. The evergreen trees shrinking and bowing to this misfortune. The noisy rivers are silenced and left with skeletons of fishes. The village well that never empties now cries out as it echoes. Our crops are wilted. I see no recent harvest. Why this aqua curse? The […]