Saturday, 18 April 2015

A Mother's Cry

Today I saw what it entails to be a mother
The cries and heart felt pains that comes under
She came out of the yard crying and pacing
Asking if anyone has seen her baby
In a panic we all went searching 
With rhetorical questions we keep asking
"Where could he be?"
"Who carry am commot?" 
But those questions were flying without answers 
And her patience was running out faster
Her hopes went low 
As she keeps asking everyone hoping somebody knows
But we were all as ignorant as she could be at the moment
Only hoping he appears from somewhere
Then somebody shouted "call pastor, maybe e carry am commot"
So we did but he went out and with him the child was not
Her panic grew, her eyes got redder
Tears stay pouring, like a stormy weather 
And suddenly we heard a cry coming from a neighbors room
That is her baby, just waking up too soon
 And like magic her teary eyes beams with smile 
Knowing her baby is still alive
Only she has to wait for her neighbor to be back 
Before she would hold him in her loving arms
And give him the beating of his life 
For giving her the mini heart attack she just survived 

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