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A MEMORIAL by Akinbode Oluwatobi Israel

Across the dirty lane
That leads to a journey of no return,
Her hand wiping the air,
Eyes like a pit full of smiles,
Only her hand spoke silently.
Today…
I lean on this door, lost in thought,
Wrapped around my son,
Then I decoded her words,
It was a “Goodbye”,
Ten years ago.

A MEMORIAL by Akinbode Oluwatobi Israel

A MEMORIAL by Akinbode Oluwatobi Israel

Author: Akinbode Oluwatobi Israel

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