will write another post.
cause something just came to me.
yea. and i think this poem pretty much says it all.
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The Adoption Nanny
By: Yeo WenBin
And the basket arrives with crying announcements,
more frequent than the milkman with ringing bells.
A woman peers out and takes the basket,
knowing it's content and it's value.
"Probably due to zero" is what she gets,
and yet she struggles to fill the body.
She adds life to the lifeless,
gives hope to the hopeless.
Watching him grow,
nurturing him up.
She saved her grocery money,
so to afford his school fees.
She stayed up late at night,
so as to mend the patch in his shirt.
She rejected a night out with friends,
so she could force him to bed and hear him cry.
The boy was groomed and grew,
as she got worse and weaker.
He went into his tweens,
and the problems came.
but yet she took it in her stride,
to keep on letting him grow.
He wanted a guitar, computer and allowance increase.
"10 bucks is just not enough, can't you give me more!"
And she wanted to see him happy, to let him grow.
another 10 came out of her purse, her birthday money.
She planned to use it to buy a cake and celebrate it herself,
on the night he went out to a date with his girlfriend.
He used it to give his girlfriend a treat,
of popcorn and coke and a fancy dinner.
And she sang a birthday song to herself,
while eating cold tuna from his leftovers.
Just to hear him come home and slam the door,
and scream at her for not giving him enough.
Her birthday wishes came from him soon after,
as he cursed her for the reason his girlfriend broke up with him.
Taking the cold tuna from her,
he threw it on the wall as it splattered.
Splattered like his date,
splattered like her birthday.
She cleaned the blood red stain,
as she tried to cleanse her heart of pain.
None of the visiting people wanted him,
who would want a punk-rocker for a kid?
She asked him to be nicer,
and her thanks was a slap.
Soon, her body could not take it any longer.
She fainted, and he took half an hour to call help.
"Cause I was on the phone with my girlfriend!"
was the excuse he gave to the police.
Was the excuse he gave to her relatives,
was the excuse why she left the world.
The mourning service couldn't find him anywhere,
for he was away celebrating after patching up with his girlfriend.
He looked in the mail,
just to see the will.
And everything was left to him,
"For let this take care of his needs."
He cheered, looked at the amount,
frowned, and tore up the paper.
"Measly 1,000 bucks!"
I can't even survive on a week with that!
But that was her savings from her life,
everything that she had, left to him.
from her first piggy bank,
to her first lunch money.
from her first cent earned,
to the last buck made.
from her birthday money,
to her death service leftover.
He grumbled, went upstairs,
and made preparations to leave.
He was eloping with his girlfriend,
and selling this house.
The house passed down through generations,
and given through lies, deceit and sabotage.
Then, he was gone.
So was she.
So was she.
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It didn't quite come out the way i wanted it to.
but ahh wells. ><
cause something just came to me.
yea. and i think this poem pretty much says it all.
================================================
The Adoption Nanny
By: Yeo WenBin
And the basket arrives with crying announcements,
more frequent than the milkman with ringing bells.
A woman peers out and takes the basket,
knowing it's content and it's value.
"Probably due to zero" is what she gets,
and yet she struggles to fill the body.
She adds life to the lifeless,
gives hope to the hopeless.
Watching him grow,
nurturing him up.
She saved her grocery money,
so to afford his school fees.
She stayed up late at night,
so as to mend the patch in his shirt.
She rejected a night out with friends,
so she could force him to bed and hear him cry.
The boy was groomed and grew,
as she got worse and weaker.
He went into his tweens,
and the problems came.
but yet she took it in her stride,
to keep on letting him grow.
He wanted a guitar, computer and allowance increase.
"10 bucks is just not enough, can't you give me more!"
And she wanted to see him happy, to let him grow.
another 10 came out of her purse, her birthday money.
She planned to use it to buy a cake and celebrate it herself,
on the night he went out to a date with his girlfriend.
He used it to give his girlfriend a treat,
of popcorn and coke and a fancy dinner.
And she sang a birthday song to herself,
while eating cold tuna from his leftovers.
Just to hear him come home and slam the door,
and scream at her for not giving him enough.
Her birthday wishes came from him soon after,
as he cursed her for the reason his girlfriend broke up with him.
Taking the cold tuna from her,
he threw it on the wall as it splattered.
Splattered like his date,
splattered like her birthday.
She cleaned the blood red stain,
as she tried to cleanse her heart of pain.
None of the visiting people wanted him,
who would want a punk-rocker for a kid?
She asked him to be nicer,
and her thanks was a slap.
Soon, her body could not take it any longer.
She fainted, and he took half an hour to call help.
"Cause I was on the phone with my girlfriend!"
was the excuse he gave to the police.
Was the excuse he gave to her relatives,
was the excuse why she left the world.
The mourning service couldn't find him anywhere,
for he was away celebrating after patching up with his girlfriend.
He looked in the mail,
just to see the will.
And everything was left to him,
"For let this take care of his needs."
He cheered, looked at the amount,
frowned, and tore up the paper.
"Measly 1,000 bucks!"
I can't even survive on a week with that!
But that was her savings from her life,
everything that she had, left to him.
from her first piggy bank,
to her first lunch money.
from her first cent earned,
to the last buck made.
from her birthday money,
to her death service leftover.
He grumbled, went upstairs,
and made preparations to leave.
He was eloping with his girlfriend,
and selling this house.
The house passed down through generations,
and given through lies, deceit and sabotage.
Then, he was gone.
So was she.
So was she.
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It didn't quite come out the way i wanted it to.
but ahh wells. ><
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