Goodie Pua

I couldn’t dress you,

The way you wanted to shine.

I couldn’t touch you,

I couldn’t do your hair up fine.

We spoke of death and love,

Before you were taken away,

I really did all I could;

But oxygen blew you away.

You were my only Father!

Of all in the family, beloved you!

You’re left now, with all the rest,

My home, my childhood, my truth.

Last Things

Bottles of medicines –
Empty now and lying there –
The last of your shampoo
I used on my hair.

The black comb
You forgot to take –
The socks in the drawer –
Careless mistakes –

The pop socket broke –
We bought it, us three –
These little, last things
You won’t ever see.

I hold on to them
Like pieces of a heart,
And wonder when
The moving on shall start.

Losing a Part

I lose a part of me,
When someone I love leaves –
It does not matter
Who controls whom or who deceives.

I lose a part of me,
For it feels like I am broken inside –
I feel no shame to say so,
For I am not the one to run and hide.

My loss becomes public:
Everyone can see this heart on my sleeve –
And though I lose parts of me,
I’m never the one who chooses to leave.