Poem Hunter
JTC (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)


Poem By Judy Arline Puckett

aunty's watch was worth more
than a thousand battery driven watches

it afforded us the golden moment
to snuggle up into her warm arms
to help her wind her time, to hear her
tell us the story of the day

going to sleep even then
was a more affectionate
affair that sticks to the heart
to this very day

babies now sleep
in a piece of cloth
worked up and down by a machine

we slept in one swung by
the pure love of mummy
and to the precise rhythm
of her spontaneous unmatchable lullabies

and massaging granny
was an hour of little tugs
from our little fists

today's granny well all they
do is sit on a computer
driven massage machine that neither talks,
nor give them hugs

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Comments (2)

i very much like your poems that are written in this style, i have read much of your work over the last few months, although i rarely comment, you have a strong unique voice, and its sings volumes in this poem. there is strong moral and poetic lesson in this peice, and it comes acorss well, without forcing itself down the readers throat. best wishes Robin
this is a very good one. it talks about the truth and also it talks about the past. i like this one. very different and i like the title.