The boy with weird punctuation, is 42 years old today
No, today is not the day of his birth
Another day, that followed a once dark night
The news today is about presidential elections in my sweet lawless country
My country folk, Are always doing something with their time
Even if the work isn’t contracted or paid
They do offer great services, While carrying interesting talents
I stopped answering invites for weddings, Now more funerals
That’s two events I do not go to now
Since my mother stopped speaking, I finally enjoy telling her about my day
With effort to go through every detail
She didn’t enjoy our family, guess I got that from her too
Tearing-Ly I do miss making her laugh out loud
She raised me good and took care of my fits, sometimes shouting, sometimes with a smacking
That didn’t break me to tiny snow flakes
Witty, funny and sincere, These were the colours she used to dress
Wish to tell her, “I do not what to say when people ask about your health!”
Always the words fail to carry more than losing more than four senses
Told her with my thoughts on privacy, The economy and why I do not enjoy being given leaflets
I am trying to mother me. And it’s hard I am not a woman like her
I take care of my little girl whinny soul, I might skipped a few of her birthdays and never went to watch any of her plays.
See mother, you took over my journal entry
I will consider it a Sunday, Sun setting leaving today
You brought me not to be afraid of myself, to be fair, gentle and honest
Your immunity to my trials of lies, made me give up even trying
To mix and match words, that did not bring any form of sense
We always had different minds and tastes
There was always a common ground to meet and exchange observations and sometimes smoke
Back to my Journal
I can barely hold my excitement for my new career move
that’s why i brought you up, because I just wanted to share this news.
Journal Entry: October 1, 2023