WELCOME TO SIXTEEN
Through pain
Tears, sweat and sorrow you bore greatness
By hard work, harder work and prayer
You shame atheists
You have brought out marvel,
From out of the grace of oxygen
And have shown beauty out of ashes
For every time you have risen like a phoenix
Lynx-eyed,
Yet a persona, (that is) pink dyed
My Mother, like the earth
Mother, the earth
Mother, my earth
Mother, our earth.
The embodiment of fertility,
Our plug to life
The plug, of a wife
The harbinger,
Of our beautiful existence,
The teacher that imbibed in us,
This spirit of persistence
Showed us to go green, but not to be envious
The walking royalty, that taught loyalty
Acts overtly, but never treacherous
The architect, of daddy’s home
The fluid that joins daddy’s bones
The key that changes daddy’s tones
The laboratory, of daddy’s clones.
The beautiful hourglass,
Timing to sixty at the age of sixteen
This young woman,
This goddess,
Is our mother
And we love her.
Welcome to sixteen, Mum.
I NEED YOU
I need you
Like strength to a toddler, trying two feet
Like space, to a claustrophobe trying to fit
Like that extra ounce of resilience, tied to feats
I tried to fit
Tried to fit,
Into times
Like the heart that recycle beats
Living, isolate
That my rosy cheeks wish that you see
That my eyes do weep
These feelings that I try to keep
Close to my heart
Rip me apart
So much that I feel feeble
So much more, I realize
that
I need you.
Discussion1 Comment
Beautiful poetry