Going for water on a train.

A short train journey,
Usually my music and me;
But this time there was he,
and his, they were three.

Clothed in fluorescent shades,
dirty from hours of play,
tired little limbs of theirs,
safe under his protective glance.

Number one, a brown angel's face,
Head firmly on the paternal lap,
a strong arm for him to hold on to,
as he slept, daddy's pet.

Number two, was a little away,
dozing on a bench all to himself,
stealing sleepy glances at his siblings,
an unspoken language, tied the three.

Number three, right next to me.
Droopy of eye, but sure of finger;
Took the words of Frost to heart,
and wrote them down, "Going for water".

Never did I know Number one's lap;
Nor will I comprehend Number two's lingo.
But Number three and I, we had Frost.
And we shared him thus - an unspoken agreement.

Happy Birthday, Cham!!!!

As you step into a new year,
dreams tethered by sinewy hope;
the imminent horizon will clear,
no more mess for you to cope.

Your troubles belong in the past,
today the universe hears your call.
those that doubted, stare aghast,
as you climb higher, standing tall.

You bear bullshit with a smile,
your tears' audience, a private few;
How many in your shoes, can walk, even a mile?
But you stand and fight, as if on cue.

The world is now your playground,
never doubt what you will make of yourself.
raucous laughter, the only legitimate sound,
that will surround, your sunny self.

I am glad that I call you my friend,
survivors belong together, holding hands;
It is the choicest of wishes that I send,
blaze your own path, on time's sands.

This poem is a birthday wish to my dearest friend, Cham! Happy Birthday, Cham! Have the most wonderful year ahead!

YOU in my rear-view mirror.

I once felt that dread, those huge fingers,
dwarfing mine, across the asphalt,
sweaty warmth.

Never thought we would cease to be;
YOU and I
cease to be
WE.

Like the nasty feeling of a creepy crawling
down my sweaty neck, my arm raises,
a sticky splotch.

Nasty squishy was never you;
never meant to be
nasty
YOU.

The heat exists no more, extinguished,
by a sudden afternoon downpour, lukewarm,
an icy blue hue.

Hot was how I knew you;
icy blue hue
is not
YOU.

This is a crazy form poem. I should start filing patents for crazy forms. LOL!
The three word prompt (they are italicized in the poem) is from Three Word Wednesday.
Stumbled upon this site on Dheepikaa's blog.

Run the world.

When they say that men are the stronger sex,
I think of you.
I have a belly laugh.

When you cried your way through difficult times,
I thought it was weakness.
I now know better.

When they ask me what's it to not have a father,
I say I don't know.
I have my mother.

When every life decision has to take you into account,
I feel empowered.
To be responsible for you.

When I answered a quiz about my greatest fear,
I hesitated to type the words.
Your mortality.

When I want the best words to end this ode,
I quote Beyonce,
Ladies, you run the world.