He’s been there

He’s been there
When I was born.
He bit his nails
When I was stubborn.

He’s been there
When I grew up.
He poked me alive
When I didn’t cry hard.

He’s been there
When I made mistakes.
He cleaned up my mess
When I couldn’t stand up.

He’s been there
When I needed someone.
He did care gently
When others ran off.

He is my angel.
He is my other half.
He is my brother.
Oh, I’m glad he’s him.

Beril
11/03/10

Re: lated Birthday

It's his birthday.
I didn't call him yet.
I've been busy all day.
Oh, I'm working hard.
The least, he'd be proud
If he knew that.

It's his birthday
And I have his number
If it's still the same
After almost 9 months
I was 'bout to call him
But then my battery died.

It's his birthday
And I charged my phone
To realize it's closed down.
It's not my fault,
It's the unpaid bill's,
Thank God.

It's his birthday
And I'm looking for an excuse.
I know I won't call him
As I don't have the guts
To admit I miss him
At least not out loud.

It's his birthday.
So I wrote a poem.
I'm not happy 'bout it either
But it's your birthday
Let's hope it's a happy one,
Dad.

Beril
03/03/10

The 14th

It’s 14:14 on the 14th
One month left
to mandatory celebration,
and also three.

To cry secretly,
take your tears with you,
hide behind your fears
and ask:
Is it worth it?

To fool yourself,
take your words with you,
hide behind your work
and ask:
Well, did it work?

It’s 14:44 on the 14th
One month left
to necessary confrontation
and also three.

To laugh sincerely,
let your giggles out,
reveal your fervent desires
and reply:
I trust you.

To face yourself,
let your grief out,
reveal your devoted heart,
and reply:
I miss you.

Time is over.
It’s 15:15.
one month less
or three months more
does it matter?
No.

Beril
14/01/10