WHEN BEAUTY REFUSE TO HONOUR THY PLEAD.

My fears grew in pain,
as I sit and gaze at the air.
It is you that I see.
It is you that I envisioned.
I could remember everything.
EVERYTHING.
How you bought oranges that nearly slapped me to death.
How we thrilled Mother Earth just to have some flowers.
I know that wherever you are, right now.
You are listening to me.
I have cried, cried from four to fourth coming.
Even when my tears are invisible to the sunrise.

My heart and soul are filled with memories of thee.
Sweet bitter memories of the clock of time.
Thy breast that I sucked and played with.
Oh…! Mama, why gone too soon?
Because you have made me a poet,
even when I am not.
For thy rhythmic tits that move up, down, left and right has made me crazy of you.
Thy food of green vegetation, I will never forget.
For thy love was our wealth.

Mama…! Your silent tears have gotten to our ears.
And have touched blue and purple waters.
Truly, Mother Earth would be pleased to receive thee.
Because thy great deals have gotten to her ears.

Rest in peace, Mama.
For thy name has been engraved in our hearts.

(Dedicated and written in memory of my Grandmothers and all grandmothers in the world.)

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