YESTERDAY
I was
a baby crawling on Mama’s spick and span kitchen floor
Sucking
on my thumb without a Papa.
Yesterday,
Mama
packed her bags and walked out the door never to make a return.
Yesterday,
Grandma
worked her bony fingers to hand piece quilts for sales to give me an education.
Yesterday,
I
watched through the cracked windows to see the Christmas fever light up the
sky.
I
heard the laughter and smelled the delicious aroma of chicken soups and stews
from the neighbours
Yesterday,
I
blossomed and I keep blossoming till I wrinkle at old age
Yesterday,
I
broke up with Dudu.I was devastated but ready to pick up the pieces
Yesterday,
Grandma
said to me,
“Jemiriye,
you are worth what you see with the eyes of your heart. Tomorrow will be
brighter"
That
was Yesterday, not today nor tomorrow but Yesterday.
Nice piece of work
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ReplyDeletewow. that's a wonderful poem. the repetition of 'yesterday' gave it a nice effect.and i realized that there was rhythm in the poem. great job! thumbs up!
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