Withered Grass On The Playground

Poem By nimal dunuhinga

In the morning I dropped my grandson
to the Kindergarten
And I watched a Father plays football
with his daughter.
My inquisitive mind traveled
to the bygone years,
How my poor Mom was sitting in the tuck-shop
and watched my acrobats in the playground?
I like to go to school again
But my loving Mom I don't know your whereabouts
with my old books?
I am old now and see the nearby burial grounds
Some stray dogs play with their puppies?

'No man is poor who has had a godly mother.'
-Abraham Lincoln

nimal dunuhinga

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