memoirs of a child
.
Whare
I am a Weta
Ancient and wise
I roamed with dinosaurs
Before mankind came
I like the dark the damp the shadows
In wet places I will thrive
I sit and think of times long gone
And contemplate it’s demise
Sometimes for fun and company
I creep out into the night
I search for signs of dinosaurs
And wonder of their plight.
.
Ma
I’m a slippery slimy character
I’m changing all the time
I lie in wait for Mum to come
Then I play with her mind
I muddle up all her words
I play tricks with her game
I make her believe she lost a file
When I just changed its name
Computers are my home and house
You can chase me around
But just be warned you’re all fair game
I don’t like to be found
Some say I’m a virus
Some say I’m a horse
I say I’m just lovely
so let me run my course
.
Whai
I’m a slick green grasshopper
Hip Hop is my name
I’m fast, I’m lean
I’m smooth, I’m mean
Jumping is my game
I creep between the fallen leaves
I leap up through the trees
I search out all the little bugs
So yummy is my tea
My mandibles gnash and gnaw
You hear them on the wind
So just beware you little bugs
I’ll catch you in your dreams
.
Ika
I
like spiders
When they creep
into my sisters bed
at night and crawl up
through her blankets tight
to give her a great
big fright that
wakes her
up
Iri
When I grow up
I’m going to be
A beautiful butterfly
With rainbow wings
Big and strong
To fly me through the sky
And every day
I will play and giggle with
The clouds so very high
Sweet grandchild
What can I do for you now?
Shall I give you the milk so richly balanced?
Shall I buy you the clothes to warm your brilliance?
Can I hold you close to smother your cries?
And sing you to sleep with soft lullabys
Your eyes filled with the innocence of life
Such untouched curiosity
that shines on this earth
My hope is
your journey will embrace
this beauty that is you
.
Sharon Nuku 07-01-2021
Rihara
Sparkle
Love
Beautiful
Sprinkles of Dew
On a Fluffy Lawn
Footprints through the Dunes
Chasing Sand to the Ocean
Foam Stretching out across the Beach
As Whales Sing
and Gulls Call the Wind
Salt Caresses Your Face
You are Alive
Sharon Nuku 01-09-22
.
Karla
As light as a bird on wing
playing games with a summer breeze
As gentle as an autumn leaf
swirling to mother with ease
you patter through the corners of my mind
I tiptoe after you quietly
and it is love I find
.
Sharon Nuku 23-02-21
These poems are beautiful treasures for your children and for the world.
Cousin, these words that tumble from your mind, arranging themselves in prose, are beautiful. Connection, protection, love, peace. You are amazing!