The Last Stanza
Daddy
Daddy burns helicopters on mobile phones.
Daddy talks of helicopters on mobile phones.
Daddy burns
Restless
Helplessly powerful
Inherently weak.
Daddy does
Creates
Captivates
Daddy has come
But Daddy walks alone.
Daddy like the youngest of our siblings.
The best child to our mother.
The favourite she never had.
Yet Daddy laughs
Potbellied.
Love in his hands,
Mischief in his heart
Quiet mischief
Wit is chief.
I sit and watch
And I am stunned
Daddy – as is mine.
Ayushma Regmi
Ayushma Regmi lives in the outskirts of Kathmandu and likes to think of herself as a villager. She dreams of a world where people don't have careers or passports and where everything is without a name. Always looking for a job but never fully employed, she juggles her time between university lectures, dubious kitchen experiments, Scribble Wibble, and V.E.N.T! Magazine. If things work according to plan, Ayushma would eventually like to open a school in a real village somewhere in Nepal where she can teach, learn, grow her own food and milk cows. Contact her at ayushma AT ventzine DOT com.
Yet Daddy laughs
Potbellied.
I liked this the most!!
Your poems are great!