For Mum
Abhorred by the black race
but sold out to grace
spine and thorns over the crown
face with smiles like clown
never perceived the astuteness
of understanding
for the eyes sees all the things
without standing
feeling apathy for them who
are sorry
behind the xmas tree, hanged
with cheery
for the wishes, the angels and
saints
at war with the prince of Persia
and demons, grew faint
over the xmas gift I wished for
which never came
to see her gorgeous face- mom,
non to blame.
Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2014
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