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Trip to Chinatown and Breast Feeding the Little One

 

Trip to Chinatown,  Breast Feeding the Little One and Happy to be Father

Trip to Chinatown

Bustling crowds come to Chinatown

Tasting Chinese food

And buying Chinese Goods

 

All kind of people

Black, white, brown

And Asians too

With pleasure they come to Chinatown

New York City, USA

 

People sharing

Exchanging with other cultures

Celebrating diversity

Relishing what others have to offer 

 

Walking through the park

Admiring young and old Chinese

Relaxing and playing

 

A Chinese musician teaches a young girl

Playing a Chinese instrument

 

A few groups of musicians perform

In the Columbus Park

 

Older Chinese enjoy playing games

Chinese singing voices travel from different corners

 

A group of old Chinese musicians

Play together in harmony

Together they enjoy performing

 

Presenting to passing people

Some who stop and listen with glee

Musicians play louder

Showing off how well they play

 

Smiling on our faces

Seeing how enthusiastic the performers are

They are happy to perform

We are happy to witness

 

It is such a beautiful afternoon in Chinatown

 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Wednesday, October 30, 2013, 8:49 pm

 

 

 

 

 

  

Breast Feeding the Little One

 

Holding you close to my bosom

Your warm mouth touching my breast

Feeling of your heart beat

Synchronized to mine

 

Oh my little one

This is my best time

Pleasure time

Feeding you

 

Holding you close

To my heart

That is what mother wants

 

Remembering this moment

Happy I am

Seeing you grow

Healthy and strong 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Tuesday, October 29, 2013, 2:06 pm 

I wrote this poem today after I saw the video that I produced for Romi’s parents (Peter & Katya) in 2006.  The video is “Romi’s First Cherry Blossoms at Branch Brook Park, Sunday, April 16, 2006”.  Romi was still a baby and her mother was breast feeding her in the park when Romi was crying.  This image of Katya breast feeding Romi tickled my imagination reminding me about when I was breast feeding Mali, our daughter.  There are moments that I will never forget.  Holding my little Mali, the warmth of her body going to mine and mine to hers as if we were one, the love of mother is fulfilled.

Happy to be Father

Warming in the sun

With my little one

 

Holding you gently 

Close to me with love 

Realizing that 

I am a father now

  

Who are you? 

My little one

  

You are the magnet 

That I am attached to

  

Half of me 

And half of your mother 

Makes it whole 

My little one 

 

Am I a father? 

Is it a name 

That you call? 

 I have to be 

A father now! 

 

Happy holding you 

Warming in the sun 

 

Grows, my daughter grows 

I am waiting 

For your first time 

Calling me Daddy 

 

Daddy, please take me 

To warm in the sun! 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Thursday, November 14, 2013, 9:24 pm  

When our daughter was born, both of us were full of love and excitement but we did not understand that we were parents to one another individual.  We questioned ourselves about our position and duty to the other living thing.  But the love we have for her is so great.  The enjoyment seeing her growing, responding to our voice and affection removed all our doubt replacing it with a feeling of eagerness to be the best parents to our daughter that we can be.

 Mali, Ing and John in July 1978  

Link to Ducks and Geese and Life is too Short for Fighting:

https://ingpeaceproject.com/ings-poems/ducks-and-geese-and-life-is-too-short-for-fighting/ 

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