I attended a school carnival last Saturday, and managed to take a few shots (especially of these lovelies) before my camera's battery died out on me...
Wani, May Li, Shoba
I know those are not your names,
I gave them to you anyway,
No, not because I take names lightly,
Because you girls were too beautiful to go unnamed.
Only a while ago did I realise,
That the three of you were of 3 different races.
When I first saw you girls through the lens of my camera,
I did not see your races, or your colours,
I only saw the lucidity of your eyes.
And in those lovely eyes I saw,
The blooming of divine innocence.
The anticipation of endless tomorrows.
The hopes of boundless delights.
The many mountains you knew you could move.
But now, as I look at your faces,
(which would bring out the natural motherly instincts in anyone)
All I see flashed in my mind’s eye,
Are the unborn children I conceived and birthed,
In the world of imaginary motherhood that I sometimes slip into.
My dear Wani, May Li, Shoba,
Whoever you are, and whatever your real names are,
Keep that light in your eyes shining as bright as ever,
Keep believing that the endless tomorrows are yours to live,
Above all, keep that innocence dancing on your lovely little faces.
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