Memories Of Joe

Of deprived privileges did I grow
Living on mama's little nest of unending milk
The tears were drawn as winter drew snow
Tender was her love and all in its ilk

She died
I grew

And times trying to erase the memories of Joe
The womb that held me for unresolved painful months
The hands that griped my vibrating self in convulsive days
Left a soothing scar on my face, my hands and my feet
Taught me for a while some disciplined ways
To fall and get back on my feet
Here I am
For I have always remembered, Mother

by Anugo J. Edoka

Comments (7)

This is better than many verses of Bible and Quraan...
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Its a very intresting. In stanza 1 when boy describes him self it is wonderful. And inspiring
I really like this poem. Its really comforting.
William Blake is a very powerful poet as is seen in this poem.
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