We write first in blood and tears, then go over in ink.

Poem- Market Uncle

Uncle, do you notice me?
I am sitting two rows behind you
Gulping down my noodles, choking on my soup,
Cos I’m supposed to be somewhere five minutes ago.
There are one email, two sms and three missing laundry needing my attention.
Uncle, is that a glass of tea before you?
You look like you have the whole afternoon.

Uncle, didn’t I see you yesterday?
At the same table?
I’m just rushing through, buying a bun
To last me through breakfast and lunch.
Uncle, you have a new glass of tea.
It’s still full.
Your tea looks nice and hot.

Uncle, my son performed terribly in school,
I felt so small in front of the other mums.
I just needed to tell someone
While passing through
Thanks for listening
Gotta go.

Uncle, just want to tell you
I’ve got your koyok
On my shelf at home.
I’ll use it someday,
When I’m less busy, less tired,
Less poor, less sick,
More happy…
I will use it then.
I’m just stopping by
To let you know
I have it on my shelf at home.

Uncle, they tell me
You’re holding a party at the market.
Really? And everybody is invited.
Truly? Including me?
Uncle, I have three deadlines, two holes in my sofa, one broken cooker hood.
But I think…
I would very much like…
To  p a r t y.

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