I have been away from home working on my novel, and I have not set my eyes on my mother...but I would be going home soon from India back to Nigeria to see her...
Far away from my mother
Never had a feel of her soup
Never smelled her
I cry deep in the nights
And weep that we are bound together again
As I need her coolly in my arms
I want her, soully in me
I plead that you take me to Mama
She is all that I have
She is the ring that I wear in my finger
She is my joy and everything
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-05-25 at 09:24
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Take Me to Mama
For a year, it has been like dreamsFar away from my mother
Never had a feel of her soup
Never smelled her
I cry deep in the nights
And weep that we are bound together again
As I need her coolly in my arms
I want her, soully in me
I plead that you take me to Mama
She is all that I have
She is the ring that I wear in my finger
She is my joy and everything
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
Read 502 times
Written on 2006-05-25 at 09:24
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