My mother

kens lite pen

Strolling back home

With my back pack and smiles drawn on my face

My hands swinging in fluky motion

And jumps and hops with my feet down the road
I took a long pause for what i saw

My home, my world, my mum

All burnt down, all gone

My smiling face now drawn in dismay
In deep nostalgia i grieve and hope to have you again

I’m only 10 to be my own mother and friend

You were my sunrise you were my blessing
My soul yearns for your deeds again

The kisses before bed time

The lullabies sung

The warmth of your embrace

I want it all back
So i sit on this prosaic ground

Reminiscing my sheepish smile

The smile that limns your love for me

I want you back

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