POVERTY

CONSOLATION

Tongues taste to determine

Hands touch to feel

Legs walk with destination marks

And so it is that life does rock

The painful part of mortality

Is losing one whose feet never touched life’s dock

The saddest part of motherhood

Is imagining memories that never hatched

The saddest part of parenting

Is wishing for an age which death did take

Even the no suffering bit

Takes naught from the pain

I give you this

You seeds which never germinated

I give you this

You plants which long for your lost seeds

I give this to you

You age winds for sweeping sadness

Into regretful moments

Bowing at the tombs which received thee fresh from wombs

Surely, you are heavenly spies

Called back on the eve of duty

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 3rd September, 2017

Tags #POEM FOR CHILD MORTALITY, #POETRY FOR LOST INFANTS

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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