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Talking Back Jun 2023
Oh how unexpected
And unprepared I turned out to be
Never did I imagine me,
My mothers “wild child”
The life of every party
To be graced with your tiny presence
But then so happened
You

I called you string-bean
In one week I was ready to change
My life
My financial choices
My habits
To make space for you

Though I may never hear your voice
Your tiny heart beat was enough
To stop my own
And as time may pass
I’ll forever look at your pictures and remember
I too had once been someone’s mother
Talking Back May 2023
Oh
How I cried
When I believed that time
Had stopped
For you
Now
These tears that graze
My face
Is for time
Wasted
Talking Back Apr 2023
Warm nights like this
Remind me of when I would watch you
Sit on the porch
And look at the sky  
As she beckoned for your worries
To join her

I can see your sunken shoulders
As you sat there,
Setting your alarm to wake up
And cook us breakfast
Before we went to school
And you to work
Scrolling
Scrolling
6:00 am set
If you went to bed now
you would probably get 5 hours

You scratch your head
That started to pepper out years ago,
Yeah, its time for a cut
But little Charlie needs shoes and
Terry graduates this year
And don’t forget
soon it will be Mary’s quince
Maybe next month you mumble

I can smell you light your Newport
While you look back at the sky
And you know
To this day I could never tell
If it was the stars reflecting in your eyes
Or Tears
That reflected in your eyes.
Talking Back Dec 2021
It's so hard
To Forget
When you have
Yet to Forgive

And it's so hard
To Forgive
When you have
Yet to Forget.
  Nov 2021 Talking Back
Aishu
I just need a break
A long break from everything
I am going through

I just want to breathe
and forget all my worries
and feel the fresh air

I just want to spend
Some time watching the blue sky
Some time with myself.
Talking Back Aug 2021
And as I looked into his eyes
I no longer could see my reflection
For his gaze held the silhouette
of Another
Talking Back Dec 2020
I think
That there is a child
Within me
Every time
I lay to rest
I hear her screams
Not to be forgotten
Not to be left behind
Although
No one hears her
But me
I guess no one listened hard enough
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