Mama Said

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📷 George Shots.
Model: George The Tired Poet.
(Love Diaries)
Yesterday, I sat close to my mother's sick bed,
She was breathing like a dying horse.
Her groans would make you throw away your heart,
She would make you think she's dying already.

Yesterday, as I sat close to my mother's sick bed,
I felt death around my veins,
Then I heard her whisper,
"My son, are you there?".

Yesterday, as I sat close to my mother's sick bed,
She whispered to me,
She said, I need true and pure love.

Mama said, I shouldn't play with people's daughters,
It is not right.
She said, I should fall for when I am ready.
For my heart is so delicate to be hurt.

Yesterday, as I sat close to my mother's sick bed,
Mama said, I shouldn't rush,  
Because I will crush.

She said, bruises in the heart can't heal,
Once patched- it will never.
Mama said, Mummy's boy like me need a true and a faithful woman. 

Yesterday, I sat close to my mother's sick bed,
She was breathing like a dying horse.
Her groans would make you throw away your heart,
She would make you think she's dying already.

Mama sat on her bed,
She told me how to love,
How to be love and when to love.
She got strength for me.

Mama, my the Lord Heal You.

© George William Ochago. 
@George The Tired Poet. 
2023.
#PoeticSundays

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