She woke up early morning,
With a smile on her face,
Her lips curled up in joy,
Oh! what sweet melodies do the birds produce.
She was lucky to have mama,
Though papa was gone.
At sunset,things starts to fall apart,
Mama's down,
And she was scared.
"I don't want to lose mama"she cried.
Night creeps in on her,
Mama embarked on the journey,
Her world faded into thin air.
A girl in the big world,
Papa's gone
Mama's gone
Is she going also?
No place to go to for help.
What does the future holds for me?She screamed in anguish.
YOU ARE READING
His Kind Of Love
Poetry"He said he loved me, more than his mama" A collection of poems comprising of betrayals of innocence, confusion and introspection.
