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LETTER TO MOTHER

The clouds run fast
Water goes down the
stream with zeal
Soon,it will be
Time to harvest
Mother,
Its been three years
Of absolute darkness
Where is your hand
when I need it?
Mother,
You taught me strong,
Tough,
What if the world
Is tougher than me?
Your guidance
My forte,
Strong I shall remain
To hope,that one day
Reunited we shall be

#HappyMothersDay as you dance with the angels

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LEST WE FORGET


And when the air stinks
Of forgotten dreams
The soil holding
Memories,
Of which was to be
A destined future
We,held by the
Never ending troubles
Of life
Balooned in suffocating
Air of responsibilities
To be teared apart
By expectations
Of family,
Friends
It is then upon us
Solely,
To revive that which
Lights up our inside

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MEMORIES LOST

Time flies
People change
With it they go
Like wind
No footprints
Disappering
In the mountaneuos maze
Done. Dusted
Others,
How do we forget
Leave long lasting
Impressions
To only which
We can hold on to
Engaging in silent
tètè a tètè
Smiles glowing
Living in our hearts
Atleast,we,together
Are forever

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THIS BUNDLE OF JOY


‘You are now a mother’
The words
Dancing in my mind
Music to my ears
Yes!
Like yesterday
I still remember
‘It is positive’
Legs wobbling
Screaching noise
Is left of my ears
No!God!Me!
Fear chewing every
nerve
Of my skeleton being
God,will I make it
Enveloped in darkness
I try to move
One,two
I will make it
Against all odds
Despite the thorns
Pricking
Tearing
I will make it
We shall rejoice
Soon.Our time
Mine.Ours
This bundle of joy

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MISS DELICIOUS


She sashays meticulously
Head on top of Everest
But deep in a frenzy
Legs those of a peacock
With overladen round hips
Miss eye candy
Dripping goodness like
Coco chanel
Dior is her common name
Victoria her middle
Her swammped chest jiggling
With each calculated step
Daughter of eve
This gold plated pot
Always out and about
Seeking to devour
Innocent holy corns
She with heart and eyes
Of a dog
Not leaving anything out
Even the bagged pieces
Fine pieces of art
Doing it out of chutzpah
Our sly beauty godess