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Nne m ( My mother)
Street light poles draw past,
near night traffic wears out
Mum must be out the gate now
her sweat-stale and fear-stiffed
Wrapper should be weary walked —
but where is the husband of
his mother ? the child she almost
lost to the sickbed.
Series of changes have layered
this self a great deal, and not to
feel very well unsettled
I brought down the sluggish night
even though as in a sleep
I shall nestle upon my mom's happy tears
and say to her ears, thank you mom—
she will understand those three words
even more than I thought I felt.
© Favour Ike
near night traffic wears out
Mum must be out the gate now
her sweat-stale and fear-stiffed
Wrapper should be weary walked —
but where is the husband of
his mother ? the child she almost
lost to the sickbed.
Series of changes have layered
this self a great deal, and not to
feel very well unsettled
I brought down the sluggish night
even though as in a sleep
I shall nestle upon my mom's happy tears
and say to her ears, thank you mom—
she will understand those three words
even more than I thought I felt.
© Favour Ike
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