MAMA’S SPACE

Mama’s space

Is occupied by air

Mama’s hug

Is always done by the tree

Mama’s voice

Is lost in the wind

So in my many nightmares

I have no voice to call mama

Because when the trees and the air

Run there, their scare will stop my heartbeat.

(Wrote this after visiting the Tamale Children’s home and meeting very young abandoned children. Seriously, life is not fair)

Tags #AFRICAN POETRY., #AFRICAN WRITERS, ABANDONED CHILDREN, CHILDREN'S HOME, KIDS, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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19 replies on “MAMA’S SPACE”

Reblogged this on sinyomoka and commented:
Let me To Remember My Mom…

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Thank you very much. Blessings.

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Really I felt so sad after I read Your Poem…Had Touch my Heart and Directly take me To Remember Me With My Mom…But Finally I’m Rejoicing cause I know My Mom in Heaven Now….

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So sad to hear that but happy you know she is in heaven.

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Thank you for following my blog. I just dropped by yours to see what you are writting about. You are quite the poet. This poem stood out to me and touched my heart. I hope to hear your comments and likes on my blog giving your special insight.I agree with you that we all can do something to make the world a better place.
Honey

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Yes we can. And I’ll definitely travel through your mind on your blog. Cheers.

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My heart ached here. ❤

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So does mine. I wrote this after visiting the local children’s home here. The innocence and purity in children without parents made me cry.

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This is a powerful lament. Spare and to the point.
Elouise

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Thanks Elouise. You also have very powerful writings on your blog. Your opinion means a lot to me.

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I see we’re reading each other’s work at the same time. That’s wonderful! I love the strength and clarity of your voice–writing about so much sorrow and tragedy and human pain.

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Life has those tragedies but from the world I’m coming from, there are so many pitiable happenings you can help but let them reflecting in your writings as a writer.

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