Poems for My Sons

Author: Justin Choong

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    11 March 2026

    In the dark
    You can take your mark
    Shoot words off into the abyss
    No need to fear if you miss
    All it is,
    is practice.

  • 22 February 2026, 7.29AM

    Bullies are bullies
    There are always some around
    Because like fleas
    Their numbers abound 

    But never mind them 
    You don’t know their story
    They didn’t grow up like you or me

    You are you 
    And you are strong
    You don’t need to play along

  • 15 February 2026, 6.43AM

    If you ever feel lost
    Go to the ocean in the early hours of the morning
    Watch the colours change in the sky
    The light, washing away the night
    Listen to the waves crashing on the sand
    Remember the kisses I have laid on your hands

  • 14 Feb 2026, 7.08AM

    Never forget.

    Your ticket

    was gifted.

    So live it.

    Every moment,

    Unwasted.

  • 8 March 2026, 6.09AM

    Yesterday,
    During Uncle Calvin and Aunty River‘s wedding
    An old friend from school and I were talking

    Lou Por,

    He referred mid conversation
    to his wife who was sitting just adjacent
    I paused for just a moment

    …

    As Ye Ye used to call Ma Ma by that name
    A sound bite from the deep recesses of my brain
    One that is still replaying 
    Again and again