DEAFENING WHISPER ON MY EARS
The cold breeze felt velvet on my skin
My hair danced with the gush of wind
The music of Holiday Seasons can be heard
Prepare special viands and ornaments adorned
People were rushing in malls and parks
Finding new clothes, gifts and toys
I wonder how abandoned and special kids
Celebrate the traditional Yuletide Seasons
As I walked the streets I saw how miserable
Children’s without slippers and wearing tattered clothes
Begging for alms while touching stranger’s arms
Waiting for coin, feeling the rumbling empty stomach
I remember one family that pierced my heart
The child had huge head, body so fragile
He can’t eat by himself, prisoner on his bed
He has hydrocephalus but his mother left him
How could her heart carry such a brutal act?
How could she sleep peacefully while her child
Thirsty, hungry, longing for her love and touch?
And worst, her other child had to sell his flesh
Devil flesh mongers who have no conscience
I felt my heart was stabbed a million times
How could I cocoon them from maltreatment
Lord how could I save these little angels
Their shanty home rise beside the filthy river
Garbages scattered, rains instantly flooded
The only shelter for their safety and refuge
I wonder how will they celebrate their New Year
And I felt the whispers on my ears
Of every children and parents’ wishes
Deafening sounds of pain and agony
Their wails keep echoing on my brain
I only wish my daughter could utter my name
She is non verbal, stimming when ecstatic
Tantrums when frustrated, hard to express feeling
Can’t look into my eyes and listen to my call
I don’t have a proportional body and limbs
I wish to walk and carried by a wheelchair
Roam and appreciate God’s creation
Free from my bed’s bondage since birth
I never had the chance to glimpse the light
Never seen my parents and siblings by sight
How can I see the the moon and stars at night
And glorify Lord for giving me my precious life?
I laugh inappropriately and spin the wheels
I tiptoe when I walked and stumbled when I run
I want to be your friend but why are you leaving
Why are you laughing, do I look like a dumb?
I have no limbs and arms
My mom dump me in the trash
Thinking that I’m a freak
I should live in this world of geek
Mute screams of children and parents
Whose life is rare, unique, and only few cares
Let’s show our love and compassion
Small gifts,concern and deep passion
I hope this New Year, I can pinch your heart
I am a part of their limbs and piece of their bones
They are screaming and howling for just a bowl
Of sumptuous meal that will calm their souls
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
