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Christian Wiafe
@christianwiafe375161
1 year ago

#flavours of home poetry
#poetry

Ageless moments
By: Christian Sasu Wiafe

When I was a child, one thing always kept me home
That’s the catchy moments I cherish the most
Seeing my mother wearing the apron was a kind of pleasure I constantly cloak
The picturesque scene of the kitchen alone
Gives me exquisite satisfaction that can never be told
The only place where dreams becomes tangible
As she step into the kitchen, the furniture of the the place begin to pour out their melodious song
The melodies cascade like a water fall
Each note dances beautifully in the air forming a rainbow hues of sound
The beat of the cutlery pulses through my veins relaxing my muscles like a soothing balm that heals wound
I’ll just stand behind the door and peep through a small hole at the opening
Medicating my quest to see her prepare my favorite yam
After all the performances of the invited kitcheners
Then mom, like the conductor terminate the song
For us to begin the second show at the dining table
That’s where the ceremony actually begins
You can see clearly all the ingredients within
It charm me more when the eggs are placed between
I’ve loved this meal for ages
Even after decades away
I still crave, especially when it coming from my own gallery
My favorite yam, I’ll love until hell freezes

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1 year ago

Sofiyat Hassan @sofiyathassan243005

This is really nice You can as well vote for mine too
1 year ago

Christian Wiafe @christianwiafe375161

send me the link to yours wai
1 year ago

Sofiyat Hassan @sofiyathassan243005

This is really nice You can as well vote for mine too
1 year ago

Opare Amos @opareamos901322

This poem deserves the first prize
1 year ago

Piano Sasu @pianosasu260871