From issue 01 of To The People, a zine by YTTP Studios
Poems by Sheila Lam
For Bernard
I took him out for a walk today.
We needed some sun
"Let's get out of the house," he said,
"We’ve had enough time alone."
Every day he's growing.
Outgrowing his bed.
Outgrowing the house.
Someday he'll move away,
but hopefully not far.
I ask him about his dreams:
"Do you dream of greener pastures?"
"Do you dream of rolling hills?"
But he never divulges.
He just sways and looks back at me.
I worry that he gets cold at night;
I close the drapes to his windowsill.
I worry that the sun is too bright:
I make shade for him.
An early riser, never not awake before me—
but he's patient, and waits silently.
A growth spurt overnight!
Oh, where does the time go?
My sweet little Bernard!
My sweet plant of basil.
From Bernard
She does not know I know
For certain
But she thinks it
Without asking
She puts water out
And I drink it
A little each day
I grow
A little more each day
For her
