I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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3 July 2008

Verse Portrait 5. Balinese Waiter

You came upstairs
with our tray,
tall golden lad
wearing jacket, sarong
and awkward grace.

I was even charmed
by your too-big
feet in floppy thongs.
But you grew into them.

Six years later,
our last visit,
you kissed me
a little too long.

My youngest said, smiling,
"He’s just like another
boy, isn’t he Mum?"

Your voice went husky.
"I think, not boy
any more," you said.

1 comment:

  1. the fact that you can do these as poems is just amazing! :)