He is always there.
Whenever I turn, he is there.
When I stumble and fall
or when I cry and break a toy
he is there with his huge hands
to caress my face
and smile made of star pearls
to secure my peace
to put everything in place.
And there is she:
no matter how many broken bones
hearts she cradled with
her pillowed breasts
she is always there to light
my darkest fears
with teary eyes
Guardian of my dreams.
And there is her:
big, taller than house roofs
important picture
I looked upon so many years.
Family Brain
went for search for Pangea roots
simply despises rain.
And there is me:
in constant quest
for how, why, where and when
instead of just accepting
here is just than
with all gifts
with all flaws
my family is like
everybody else’s:
just wriggles through tight
life’s claws.Maja S. Todorovic
Business in Rhyme 