By Julian Matthews
Introducing a new series of poems by Julian Matthews. Julian is a writer and Pushcart-nominated poet published in The American Journal of Poetry, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Borderless Journal, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Dream Catcher Magazine, Live Encounters Magazine, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and The New Verse News, among others. He is a mixed-race minority from Malaysia and lived in Ipoh for seven years. Currently based in Petaling Jaya, he is a media trainer and consultant for senior management of multinationals on Effective Media Relations, Social Media and Crisis Communications. He was formerly a journalist with The Star and Nikkei Business Publications Inc
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A family with a young child, all masked,
was in the elevator with me today
Barely two feet tall, the child, unprompted by her parents,
said “Good-morning”, and I nodded absently
with my un-coffeed head
When it was time for them to alight, one floor before me,
she said again in her wee voice, “Bye-bye!”
Then, as a bonus, held her tiny hand to her tiny flowery mask,
her smiley eyes all aglow,
and blew me a kiss
There can be no better way to start your day–
a reminder that even as we descend, we can be lifted
That innocence can defy gravity, pass through masks and walls,
and tip-toe into the steeliest of hearts
First published in Men Matters Online Journal, Issue 11
