Poetry

January 20, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Onawale Femi Simeon

 

 

Mother’s love in the days of my awaited dreams

 

 

When my fate was unknown and unpredictable

And didn’t know how less or much a fortune life has in store for me

 

Neither do I know: Wine or Vinegar

does life’s jar contain

 

When my hands were still shaky unsure of what to write on the paper of kismet

When reality is yet to behold my destiny

And people: to exclaim of my greatness or horrified at my misfortune

 

When my weak hands were yet to fight and win wars of glory

And was young, looking at so large a world: asking “where do I go?”

 

And wasn’t sure to what path I tread: to doom or glory

And wouldn’t know if the palm of my hands bear for me blessings or curse

 

When my tomorrow was just a black and white TV yet to get a clear signal

And no one around me would bank on it

 

Or a prophet would say- you have a bright future

And wasn’t sure if of all the inhabitants of the earth, the creator hears my prayers

 

My black mother wouldn’t throw me away, nor would she forsake me

She was the only light that guided my path

 

The only one that got my back

The only solace from my harsh reality

 

And my all, in sorrow and in pain

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cracked moon

 

 

I sat all by myself

Among thorns and flowers

 

Mother earth sleeping and pacific

Showered in the blissful and graceful

 

Fluorescent of the moon

High above and proud

 

Brightly shines in her youthfulness

The never ageing mistress

 

Majestic in her declination

Flamboyant in her Royal grandeur

 

Mastering the ceremony of the night

Ruling in the assemblage of the stars

 

Motionless in her librations

The song of my cradle

 

I gently voice unto her

And lovingly, her face cracked into a smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Onawale Femi Simeon

Onawale Femi Simeon is a Nigerian writer with an unquenchable passion for short fiction and poetry.

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