tales of being a man, is hard to tell
it's hard to masticate, broken without you
the night, I pray
should be lost in the fume
Father, do flowers spring forth in your abode?
Watching from underneath or above
the flowers you sowed, withered and weary
I assumed you don't bother, but we care daily
Tell me father, do you ever feel lonely?
Or are you too weary?
Or have you moved on?
from the hurt of your yesterday's sin
mummy was never alright
she warms her bed,from the depths of her pain
Her tears is her solace
but she is everything you could have been
we are tending into the men you envisioned
Obiora and Izuu just passed out
From University, just like a light growing gradually
They play your role flawlessly
fate is diverse
I guessed,nature changed my cause
might not be your dream, as you wished
but I'm happy,I presume,you should too
Ebube and Onyinye are fine,just like a fermenting wine
Grows with wisdom, as time passes by
mummy steers our course
Will go extreme for her children, despite the storm
Ikem and mummy are joy to behold
mummy is the best parent
she plays the both roles with a beam of smile
what else could we ask
Father,as the memories turn sour
I lay my benediction in good faith
just like the owl glorifies the night
we sat and marvel, wishing you're here
©santoskosi
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