But mom, why? Why do you detest me so much? Did you and dad not engineer my coming? Is it my fault that dad absconded? Could you not have continued loving me? How loved and pampered I felt in your womb I was breathing and happy in there How I wish I stayed there forever… Continue reading BUT MOM, WHY
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MY LIVING GODDESS
A notice without That fateful night You became unbalanced Your thoughts scattered You were hit by a bout of pain You endured for its gain Though it was your first time You were determined to remain calm The pain increased Yet you endured To dad you even managed to smile On the way to the… Continue reading MY LIVING GODDESS
MOMA
She birthed in me these seeds: Resourcefulness, decorum and faithfulness When my bones recline Trailing the weaknesses of my flesh Her knees become a tripod. With tears she’d watered my hardened soil Made them soft, a nursery bed Where she would plant those seeds That would sprout into an oak That, for ages, would tarry… Continue reading MOMA
SON, DADDY IS NO MORE
Caught between a smile and a teardrop Unforgettable thought collides with emotion evoking nostalgia But it’s in the here and now that I’ve got to say’ Son, Daddy is no more! Two seconds of smiles and two minutes of tears Reality is crushing and truth merciless This void so deep, with no remedy for shattered… Continue reading SON, DADDY IS NO MORE
ONCE IN THE WOMB
From the cells’ race; singled-out semen To time the womb delightfully received Professed fetus, by scientific men And field of constant kicks, mama believed Times fed through the navel-straw: Do you behold the memory? Of kicks, no cares, her gut to claw? …You can’t remember to tell the story! In there, do you see bright… Continue reading ONCE IN THE WOMB
IN MY MOTHER’S ARMS
All I could hear was the tune of my cry In the subversive cold of the darkness, My hands went searching for the comfort of my birth As I lay in my mother’s warmth filled arms My toys were handmade from care Piled up for the loneliness that shares the freedom Of a helpless child… Continue reading IN MY MOTHER’S ARMS
GOD GIVEN MA
A virtuous woman I call a mother; The best amongst the best Pillar amongst pillars Mother in the market place Closest of all friends In good times and ugly She is always there for me When all creature sleep and slumber, My mother is always on her knees Sending petitions up yonder Praying success into… Continue reading GOD GIVEN MA