Jun 2021
Many years ago
On this very day
God allowed you
To share your loudest cry
Turning into a contagious smile
A visionary
A lover
A mother
Who even lost one of her breed
I call you a general with scars
Here I am
With the pen in my palm
Strolling smoothly like a silk cloth
Yet I thought the ink would be dry
But how will it dry on a special day,
When the poet only release what is buried deep inside?
On this very day
God allowed you
To share your loudest cry
Turning into a contagious smile
A visionary
A lover
A mother
Who even lost one of her breed
I call you a general with scars
Here I am
With the pen in my palm
Strolling smoothly like a silk cloth
Yet I thought the ink would be dry
But how will it dry on a special day,
When the poet only release what is buried deep inside?
It is my mother birthday, and I told myself I will not write long caption as words are never enough.
(29/F/South Africa)
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