Wei Kiat's Blog

I slept awake in darkness,
witnessing dreams of childhood.
With a loud wail time starts leaking
in a downward spiral of affection.

Laugh laugh, laughter laugh.
Days were fun and joy abundance.
Sadness rare and seldom lasting,
'cos love from the two was felt full and strong.

Tick tick, tickler tick.
Their love is dry, affection abandoned.
Laughter shortened and tears increasing.
Their parental uncaring faces.

As I sat awake in darkness,
scribbling a poem of childhood dreams...

Why is there rain outside the window?

-Wei Kiat