Untitled by Gwee Li Sui

Mother, mother
The kids in school
Call me kiasu,
But all I am
I got it from you.

You bought for me
Big uniforms
A size too soon
And until them
I look cartoon.

Primary Two,
You bought textbooks
For Secondary Three,
I'll get A then;
Now I get Dee.

Then you got me
Tuition for Maths,
Language and Science,
Music and Sports,
And Omniscience.

Recess, you packed
Gain-weight tabets,
Vitamin pills.
They call me Hospital Nostrils.

Mother,mother
The kids in school
Call me kiasu,
But that's not me-
I guess it's you.

Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I tell you hopeless grief is passionless,
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness
In souls, as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy dead in silence like to death—
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet;
If it could weep, it could arise and go.