As I promenade to the memories that we share;
I might be far, but my heart carries you all the way.
Thank you for the kindness that you continue to give;
You are an integral part of my great life.
In times of my happiness, you cherish with joy.
When I am down; ever more, it is you that I count on,
Going back to the path that we passed;
Not so long ago, outside forces tend to tear us apart.
They can try all they can, but, will succeed not;
For we are blood sisters bonded with our souls.
All my worries disappear when you are around;
In your absence, I remember the good old days.
In the gloomy moment, you make me laugh;
In the sparkling of the sun, the more you shine.
You have given me love to your best; such an inspiration, indeed.
Beneath the façade of the faces that we know;
Your impressions fronting the inside is home to me.
In the midst of the tangible twists, you smile.
Unconditional love we bestow lightens our way.
On your special day, you deserve the ultimate gift.
From your younger sister, you spoilt from the start.
The absolute love untarnished through the years.
Though, you have heard it many times before;
Happy Birthday my beautiful and sweetest sister!
You are a gem – a present from High Above
May your dreams from the present and the past;
Become real for you are worthy of the very best.
I consider my nieces as daughters. I share their laughter and joy. I also cry with them whenever they have to. My shoulders are always there for them to lean on. Being an aunty is like being a mother. I give advice and keep their secrets. But, most times, those secrets are the sources of our laughter in their later life. The memories that I share with them is incomparable to none especially they grew up by my side. I have many nieces, and I love them all. Even now, I try to spend time with them as much as I could. Albeit, most of them live in different parts of the world, getting in touch is as easy as pressing the button. That is the beauty of the modern technology. However, it is still not the same when you bond face to face. I am one lucky aunt that I was able to spend the time with my nieces since they were babies. I changed their nappies; sang them lullabies and even created that baby words. We played in the park; shopped together and even ate on the one plate. The happiness I got with my nieces were incredible. The children of my siblings become part of my inspirations. We have great memories and we keep on creating more. Toni-Marie grew up with me. She is also my godchild and the only godmother she has. We have the bonding like mother and daughter. People who don’t know me thought that Toni is my daughter. She was always with me before I got married. And when I gave birth to my children, Toni was always there. She became like an older sister to my babies. Today is Toni’s special day. I made this poem especially for the cutest baby whom I cradled and loved so very much. To all the aunties and nieces, may your bonding and friendship become each other’s inspiration.
A NIECE IS LIKE A DAUGHTER
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
As I was not around when you were born;
I heard from your mama, that you came ahead of term,
that you were so tiny when you saw the light of day
Perhaps, the size of little doll that I used to play.
When I arrive from faraway isthmus;
With full delight to meet you; I hold you in my arms.
With the most pronounced dimples, you smile with flair;
those big brown eyes, you stare with utmost glares
You are the cutest baby in all the land;
I cry with glee as we converse in baby talks.
You coo like saying, hello my aunty, I’m glad you’re here!
With such delight, I sing a lullabye that soon puts you to sleep.
You are a beautiful person with the talent of class.
The goddess of art; you really are!
A dazzling artist that is utterly hard to defeat;
for you were born with golden pencil in your hands.
You sketch and draw and don’t get tired.
Your imagination goes way up to the sky;
like a magic wand – you create a masterpiece,
that can sit with Michael Angelo or Picasso side by side.
I shall not forget that you bring the song to my heart;
your wits and humour I laugh to my guts.
The pefectness of your act; such great finesse,
is comparable only with the goddesses.
Leap Year! Every four years, we got an additional day on the calendar. To those born on this day, Happy Birthday! May you have the happiest day! For this particular time comes a special moment to people who can actually celebrate their real natal date, February 29. It is indeed overwhelming to the celebrants. When I was a little girl, I asked my grandmother why it was called a leap year. She gave me an example; if my birthday last year were on Thursday, the next one is not a Friday but Saturday; it leaps, that’s why it’s called a leap year. Normally, if not a leap year, it would be the next day. Is it true that the earth rotates 365 days in a year? According to the measurement from the March equinox ‒ called the tropical year, to complete the circle of the earth to the sun, 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 45 seconds needed. The Gregorian calendar of which we use only has 365 – called the common year but must add another day to compensate for the hours lost for the last three years. Plus the time on the fourth, which totals less than twenty-four hours but considered a day added to the shortest month, February ‒ called the leap year. Otherwise, in the years ahead, the months would be shorter. There are also leap years in different calendars like Chinese, Hebrews and few others. I get utterly excited every leap year; it gives me an additional day to make my day truly happy, happens once in four years.
I bet, it is not only me who gets excited about the leap year, but there are many. It is indeed incredible to think that many people get thrilled. Hang on, human beings get the delight with the combinations of the days in a month as well; I received many in Facebook about it. It says, something like after so many years, it happens that the combinations of 5 Sundays, 5 Saturdays and so on and so forth. But really, as a child, I looked at the calendar very often. One of the reasons: to check the dates of the feast of Patron Saints. I love festivals; even now. My parents made sure that we celebrate the Fiesta where we lived, visitors will come. Plenty of food on the table. But, some of the Fiestas do not have the exact date but celebrated either first or third Sunday of the month. I can vividly remember that I came across 5 Sundays in January not once. The Feast of the Patron Saint where I lived when I was a child always falls in the third week of January. I checked the calendar and saw 5 five Sundays and 5 Mondays and 5 Saturdays in January of 1966. August of 1969 had 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays. Try to go back to the calendar of years gone by. We all encountered few combinations of 5 Sundays, five Mondays and so forth, in this lifetime. Therefore, combinations of different days, not unusual. But, I must say that every time I see more Sundays in a month, my excitement prevails; I don’t know the reason. I also consider leap year as special. To celebrate this day, I wrote a poem. HAPPY LEAP YEAR TO ALL! May this day bring us all happiness and good luck!
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
The Universe decides to give extra hours for fun;
For me to jet from one quasar to another and from stars to stars.
The sun smiles gladly and shines to the maximum depth.
The moon adheres to the wants of my giggling.
The extra revolution of the earth makes my heart jumps way up high;
Like quantum leaping to the meadows full of love.
The green pastures caress me right to the bones;
To my soul, a tangible bliss of fortune.
My spirit soars to the heavenly biomorphic constellation;
Singing and dancing to the nymphs who flew from Neverland.
The saga of my Dreamland adheres to the beautiful scene.
In the whole quest of happiness, needless to say;
Tears of joy as I enjoy the beauty of the day.
Does not matter where I am as long as I am with my darling.
We both can assure that this day is an extra day of loving;
That we share through the days as long as we can.
HAPPY LEAP YEAR TO ALL!
Make the best of this day however you can;
For the next four years is far away.
In the memories of my youth, I was brought up in a loving household. I have two older brothers, two older sisters and the youngest girl was born when I was thirteen years old. Therefore, I was spoilt by the rest of the family for a long time. Like any sisters, we have good times and fights. Not all household are perfect. Every family has ups and downs and it is not unusual for siblings to have misunderstandings here and there. Do not let the worries get in the way. More so, let no other being interfere. More often than usual, the outsiders are the stirrer of the pot. Instead, make your challenges as tools to end the day brighter. Sisters grow up in poles apart paths as they get older. In teenage years, one may focus on studies, the other one may fall in love at a very young age. The older ones become the role model and are there to guide the youngers. But whatever happens in the future, blood sisters are there to hold each other’s hands in times of happiness and grief. To the transit of the cosmos; albeit, they will walk on the different roads, the happy thoughts will be given to their children. As a result, cousins become closer and family developes a stronger bond. When I was in Manchester, United Kingdom last year, I watched my two friends who are sisters as they chortled. My two sisters had been called to heaven some time ago and one is living in Australia. I missed all my sisters but life goes on and at that moment, wished that I was with my siblings talking and laughing. It was wintertime when I inscribed this poetry, freezing cold. However, my heart was filled with joy as I recollected my happy days with my female siblings. To all the sisters, I wish you all find the time to laugh and giggle together. For life can only be better if we have the sisters to talk about the gets in life, reminisce the happy thoughts and share the joy.
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
As they laugh to the wiggle of the scene;
The sisters talk all day long about the
memories of theirdreams.
It does not matter if they had seen each
other yesterday. When they’re together,
everything looks so gay. In the coldness
of the day, they will cheer. To the warm
summer day, they will splash in the bay.
They exchange the bright sides of the clay;
gets in life, thoughts of love and their jobs.
As their memories said and the future
is ahead; Never mind through it all, they
are sisters ever more. They may have troubles,
but, they will be gone; for they are connected
to their hearts. Mysteries in the kilt, they
will snigger. Newish mammoth in the realm
of the day. Along in the forlorn of the hay is
none existence. Older sister will lead to the
beauty soft and flair. Pallets in the dreary storm,
never mind. The young female sibling will not
get scared; for her sister will hold her hand to
pass the way. All, they want, is to bestow the
thoughts so refine; songs of love will spread
in the sky. Sisters are born to cheer each other;
to the tic of their hearts; in the greatest of the
jiffy, and more so in bad time.
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
The reverie of my youth is a splendid realm;
myth like — a saga in Wonderland;
with the fairies all around.
The euphoric twinkling as I promenade the
byway; with my mother all triumphal
as I walk — with such flare.
She is shouting with joy as I do my first few
steps; crying with tears of glee when
I continue to paddle my glare.
When I talk, she patiently listens to my
stuttering voice, so to tell, that is so!
Mama graciously — corrected
each phrase with the leer. One sunny day,
the laughter of my mum dominates
in the air; when she sees me
eating with the kitten in my room very dear.
As I feed the creature in my own
little hands; mama gladly
whispers, you are the kitten’s mummy just like me.
As I move to my path; my mother is there all
along. In my lows, she will
console me with such grace and poise. When I
triumph, she celebrates and regards all
my blessing from High Above.
My mother is such a star that will outdo all the
Hollywood stars. The constellation will agree
without a doubt.
Mama, I adore you with all my totality.
Heart – soul – spirit; shout from the core;
I will love you — forever and
Christmas of 2015 had passed by, and each of us has the memories to cherish. This year is another special one, I stay put in Cairns; went to church, had Christmas lunch and accumulated the best bonding with few members of my family and friends. Like any household, food and drinks overflow; laughter and festive moods dominated the scene. In 2014, I spent Christmas in the city of romance and love, Paris, France. I was doing my research that time. Oblivious to my flight, I was staying beside the Dominican Monastery; covered by another building. A place in Paris not many tourists would go. I attended the Midnight Mass; it became the highlight of my travel. The beautiful voices of the priests as they sang; I felt like lifted to heaven. The songs from heaven gave me so much inspiration. After attending the mass, I inscribed this poem of which I posted January of 2015.
THE WINTER WIND
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
As the winter winds caress my very hands
Without gloves, so to speak numbs my very francs
The withered leaves fall to the spirit of my charms
To the joy of my spine in the hush of the vine
Although the lips in the grove nowhere to be found
Nevertheless the landscape of Paris; very grand to the curb
The lights on the Avenue of Champs-Elysees sparkle to the moon
Misty eyes overflow with river of flowing in tune
No upheavals to the just of my soul as I prance
Precipitation of the rain passing by
Like gems from the shadow of the Dame
Mammon lands in the jostling of the narrow lane
The meadows gleam to the elitist in the gist of the realm
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
In the busy moment on the train;
As I watch different faces of the day.
I begin to see a subtle man eye to eye;
Smiles cluster on my cheeks very shy.
The glow in his eyes speaks with tune.
Hummingbirds suddenly appear on the rail.
I then jostle the haggler in my heart;
Lips of mine beaten by the teeth every grain.
In the glimpses of the contouring curbs;
As I stand, all my body trembles down.
The nearby station is so near yet so bland.
I then hope this handsome man shall go down.
Oh! My gosh, I am sure that my heart jumps like a child.
I realise that in every corner of the station is bright.
As the light of the sun blinds my eyes;
Sparkling with brilliance; never stops as I pass by.
Morning is foaming bubbles in the sky.
As I walk in the pathway of the street;
Someone holds my elbow on my right.
I almost jump with fear very scared.
The gorgeous man in the subway is in my sight;
Giving me the book that fell down from my lap!
By: VIRGINIA CLOSE
I haven’t met you; but, I can feel you.
In every breath that you are taking;
I take the air with the scent of fresh flowers.
You feed me; because I am always hungry.
Even though, you are sleeping; you dream of me.
You carry me for many months with no complaining.
The life you give me is from love everlasting.
After many months of sleepless nights,
You are tired and utterly weary.
But in your heart, you are excited to see me.
Today, I meet you; In my mind, you are angry.
You are crying as you hold me; but, you are
kissing me as if you don’t want to release me.
Your whispers make me cool; you are saying,
I love you, baby; you are so beautiful.
With all of me, I will never cease to love you;
For you are the gift from High Above
A mother’s love is very pure!
Untarnished through the test of time.
As I was born, my mama was born too.
Not as a baby but as my mummy;
With unselfish needs to carry through.
If children are the gift from God;
A mother is the gift of God to humankind.
‘HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, EVERYONE!’
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE