Owls I must fear
From my mother’s words I infer
If their minds are fixated on me at night
Nothing I do will go right
Crocheting crochets
Please leave my clutches
Mouths of oldy angries
Must be treated with care
An angry growl and their curse
Connives with thunder to deal me a blow
Crocheting crotchets
Please leave my clutches
Rivers are sacred
And must be given a day of rest
Or goddesses will appear and have me under arrest
Oh please!
Crocheting crochets
Please leave my clutches
And make me heal.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

2 replies on “CROCHETING CROTCHETS”
You have a way of introducing so much emotion and wisdom into your poetry, it makes each of them an inspiring read. Wonderfully composed, thank you for this.
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And thank you for your kind words. Blessings.
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