Mother,

May 29, 2020 Off By Onchoka Bw'ongoro

Mother,

I don’t remember your face,
The warmth of your heart
Nor your smile.
So I won’t even speak
Of the taste of your milk.

A dated photo is all I was shown
So I lamented 
Having missed love
From such a beauty.

Now I am not whole
For I don’t know motherly love,
Though I yearn for it everyday
I see many play with it day by day.

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