Batang Lalake

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

This post is from my friend Cee Que who is a terrific poet and writer,as I am sure you will find when you read her words below.

Happy 21st Birthday, Joey!!!

I cry at these milestones because it reminds me how fast the years have gone by...I don't think my Joey knows I wrote this poem for him a while back...

Family Portrait - 2008 - photo by Peter J. Crowley

Batang Lalake

(Baby Boy)

his speech lagged at three
born with babies crying in his ears
now man-heavy
his voice: bass and harmonica
as if he were bobbing and reading
sheet music at the same time
woolly mornings and stretched
tight nights overcrowded him
gruff tree against the realm—
my boy at man's threshold
determined to etch on his coat of arms
permanent ink of love and mirth
no yardstick
no barometer, just him
over there in the heart
of the labyrinth

More of CEE QUE's work can be found
on http://yourartsygirl.blogspot.co.uk/

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