Friday, July 29, 2011


Is it me or am I loosing touch?
Is it us or are we growing apart?
Sometimes I wonder if I am to blame
I don’t get excited anymore
There is no one else.
This feels robotic
Everything is a routine
Is it the distance
Maybe, I don’t know
I think not.
I long to be held through the night
I long to hear those sweet nothings
I long to see your smile
I long to hear your voice
I don’t like the distance
I don’t have much of a choice
I have to be brave and be strong
Tick tock goes the time
Maybe I am just irritated
With the latest calls
Why now?
I have put all the blocks but still
Maybe I need to take a break
Rejuvenate and rekindle that spark
The one that makes my heart jump
This I promise not to break
I have come a long way
To start giving up now
At this point is when I need and miss your common sense.

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, July 21, 2011


Today, I got home tired and exhausted. The lack of sleep and doing the graveyard shift had got the better for me. I was got the usual warm welcome hug from my daughter and a kiss on the cheek. As I was getting down to making breakfast for the two of us, I had to take a break and cough. I have this horrible cough that has refused to go. After taking medication and finishing my dosage, it still remains. It is the after effect of the horrific flu. Well anyway, she comes to me and asks “Mummy, is that you coughing?”
“Yes.” I answer
“You still have your cough?” she asks
“Yes, I still do.” I reply
She shakes her head and gives me that pity full look. I can tell she is in deep thought and after sometime, she turns and looks at me in the eyes. Here, I am thinking oh dear she is either going to say something smart or rebuke me. She has a certain look when she is very serious.
“Mummy, do you know that my cough has gone. Do you want to know why? I will tell you why?” she continues
“You see my cough went because I said and declared in Jesus name that it should go. Now, you see it has gone. I am not coughing anymore. I want you to repeat after me: I declare that my cough is gone, in the name of Jesus.” She continued

I repeated what she said word for word. After that I got back to making breakfast for us. We sat down and had a conversation about what happened during the day and night. What she did, how my work was and what she was going to do during the day. Later, I went to get some sleep, by this time I was so exhausted. She hung around my room till I blacked out.

I did not think about our conversation till later today. Thinking about it, I haven’t coughed since that time in the morning. That girl has so much faith, the undying faith of a four year old girl. I wish most of us adults had faith like the children have. The world would be a better place and the devil would be far from us. I admire her faith in God and Jesus. I must say, I have her grandmother to thank for schooling her in Christianity and taking her through her daily prayers.

What would I do without that little soldier? I learnt a lot this morning, I was taught by a four year old girl.

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection.