More than just having life, make sure you are your truly living
Godwin Aondohemba@godwinaondohemba749238
10 months ago
She looked at me,
With a smile and tears.
The toddler was so tender.
With great care,
She took me into her arms.
In my little cradle,
Full of dreams and hope.
She smiled at me,
In her pain.
As fathers,
That never were,
She was a pathfinder.
All I saw was tears,
Yet she gave me a smile.
I wish I could have found your
Voice.
I wish I Would have spoken for
You.
She stood between
The path to freedom,
And her children.
Yet she stood
For us.
Oh!.
Wonderful woman.
She looked at the cradle,
All she saw was a baby,
With smiles and tiny
Little feet.
.
.
But it all started,
With late nights,
Coming home drunk,
Screaming and shouting.
Then kicks and slaps.
I couldn't comprehend,
I couldn't tell.
All she saw was her son,
While she took those kicks,
She ran towards the cradle,
Covered me,
Just so I won't be hurt.
Her definition of family
Was lost,
To a man with some bottles
Of beer.
I WISH I HAD SPOKEN FOR YOU.
I wish I had found your voice.
I laid down,
In the cradle.
With my soft feets.
With tears in her eyes,
She held me into her arms.
..
.
You should have spoken out,
Screamed out loud,
And not in silence.
All for love,
She took the blows,
Slaps and kicks.
My dearest mother,
Now I journey back in time,
With smiles,
Of the arguments lost,
In order to win the war.
Memories of fountains,
Flowing from your beautiful
Eyes,
Yet you never allowed me,
To get drowned.
I use to wish
And wonder,
But not anymore,
Now that I've found your voice,
Let me speak for you.
My first love.
My everything,
Let me speak for us.
#Bloodpen#
