A Ride on the Train

We Two are One

We two are one
A simple look
Your shoulder moves
For me to lean

We two are one
A simple comment
Our eyes smile
Over the heads of others

We two are one
Beyond words
We communicate
Instinctively

We two are one
We belong
My head at your shoulders
Your glance on me

Admit it
Won't you,
That we are.

Kel. 11 October 2004.

I was riding on the train (having sadly reached the stage of life where I have to go to work) and I observed the way people behaves (yes, I was looking..hopefully unnoticed by anyone...)

First I saw this couple, the male was sleeping while his gf/wife (both of them were wearing rings!) was reading. Then she had enough of reading, she shift a bit, the guy woke up and they exchange one glance and immediately, he lean his shoulders over and the girl just put her head down and they both slept. The silent look that spoke volumes about their closeness and their relationship struck me and a poem popped into my head. I like the sentiments in such a simple look/action. I'm envious.

Aren't you?

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A Faint Stirring

A faint stirring
A whisper of memories
As I watched a mother plaiting
Her daughter’s hair
And remembered how you
Once did so for me

A faint impression
A vague collection of memories
As I watched a mother teaching
Her daughter the alphabets
And remembered how you
Once taught me too

Perhaps it’s a sign of age
A mark of maturity
More and more
I remember
Memories of childhood
Of you by my side
In my growing years

Did I remember to thank you
For being by my side
Did I remember to treasure
All the times we spent
Did I remember to be grateful
For the independence you instill

Did I remember to be appreciative
For your impartiality and liberalness
Did I remember to say thank you
For never forcing me to do anything

Did I remember
Most of all,
To thank you
For loving me

Perhaps I don’t say it often
If I ever said so at all
But I love you
I really do

Thank you
It is a privilege
My privilege
To be your daughter.

Kel. 12 Oct 2004

Today, on the train again, (yes yes, yours truly has to go to work. Dun rub it in pls. *grin*) I saw this mother and daughter (abt 3 yrs old). Their mannerism and gestures are so simple yet so poignant, at least to me. Yours truly suddenly felt as if I went back in time, or at least memories of my mum flashed across my brain. And I wondered how long it has since I stop and remembered my childhood, remembered my mother - the simple "take-for-granted" things she did for me. (ps: Yours truly was really dumb, it took 3 days for my mom to teach my bro his alphabets and 3 months to teach me mine. *apologetic look to mom* What to do? Yours truly is just stupid. I freely admit it. *stick tongue out*)

Perhaps yours truly is getting senile in old age or overly sentimental (gasp!) but how often has you stop to think and be grateful to your parents?

I have friends that are so appreciative of their bfs yet remain so unappreciative of their parents. This puzzles me. As great a bf can be, how can he so far surpass our parents, to whom we owe everything? Yes, I know there are bad parents, tragic childhood, etc, but in general probability, parents love their children. I think the odds of having unfilial unloving children is so much greater than unloving parents. Don't you think so? So what I really want to say is, stop for a moment, and reflect. Think of your parents. Think of your behaviour. Then go repent to the wall and hopefully, if you're human enough, be nicer to your parents.

At least, try to.

Yours truly can't say righteously that I am always filial and appreciative of my parents, but at least, I always try. And sometimes, the effort and the intention is all that really counts.

I know your parents can feel it. I know mine does. And in the end, that's what matters.

To be love and to love in return.

In ways that are beyond words.

Beyond romantic love.