A STAR FELL FROM THE SKY

A star fell from the sky
on a dark rainy night
She screamed so hard,
so loud to her stary friends for rescue
but the speed of her fall made it venturesome
She landed in a large mud puddle
in a city suburb
Quickly, she layered herself with mud
not to draw attention to her shininess
A street child had seen it all
and was not afraid when he approached her,
limping
"Why are you sad?" he asked the star
"I thought you can fly back into the sky"
The star looked away,
silver tears running down her cheeks
"Why are you sad?"
The child came closer until he was able
to lay a painfully thin hand
on the star's shoulder
She found comfort in his touch
and in a sad tone, she replied,
"Because I'm not a star anymore"
"I don't understand," the boy said.
Turning away this time like in shame,
the star stammered, "I...I... lost my wings"
that's when it dawned to the boy
that the visible glow under the cake of mud
was dimming
"No...no...you're not dying," he cried
"I have just found you."
The star smiled because in his fear,
she had found her answer
"My wings gave me life"
She touched the boy's stomach and
the strangling pain he had been feeling
for the past three months went away
"And I'm giving it to you."
The boy was dumbfounded
even when her body shattered into silver dust.

NIGHT

I hate the night
and all that it stands for;
the lonely roads winding into darkness,
the graveyard silence,
the numbing cold,
the nagging whistling of the crickets,
the thieving rodents,
the eeriness in a sudden breeze,
the startling movement in the bushes,
and the random shadow at the street corner.
The gloom in the blue-black sky is unnerving
not to mention the inevitability of tomorrow
crawling in with new challenges
among the sands of time
I really hate the night
and the powerless of no control
We are forced to endure the night.

Co-author:My baby sis, Wendy Helena Angela Mellisa Namatovu (WHAMN!)

MAMA

Mama,
I came like a knife
almost driving you to insanity
I pushed through the waters
and the pain wooed you to give up
The heavens got the curses
Death you wanted so close
Papa became the foe
Alone you wanted to let go
But I didn't give you that chance
and I ensured that you know it
The binding walls I pushed down hard
A deafening shriek I forced out of your soul
But it was that tears of joy that I forced out of your eyes
when you held me so close
all pains perished
Laying so small,
so tender in your arms,
the heaven got the praises
Papa gave you a kiss for having endured the claws
of pain just to bring me to life...
to be my Mama.