MY CARES

The day grew deep
even as her smile went lame
They nurtured the seeds until it became firm
Thou so imature he left the seedlings to it's death,
Making her strife for the fortune
they both started.
Her beauty of youthfulness
screams out for it young old days
Oh!! how do I fend for my most precious treasures,
how do I make them robust
and not thinly as pharaoh's dream
with so little a strength,
and so slim the support,
I guess I have made some mistakes,
That time can't heal.

Summer grew into winter  chills,
Her waiting was of a forever still,
Questions keep ranting on her mind
When will my seedlings grow Into maturity
I have toiled and tilled
With a wounded and lost arm,
Making those lines a saging facade.
Then she had a call from  world
Of all world's,
speaking of words
that carries no weight
and no worries
Aye o le(life is easy)
She got closer to feel the rhythms
Of a brighter light
Then the word became clearer,
(🎶No worries 🎶
🎶about a thing🎵
🎶Cos every little thing gonna🎶
🎵Be alright🎵)
This as been what my heart as longed for
Echoes her lips .

Tolathapoet©






This poem is a dedication to all the broken women out there,life has so many good things in store,it only get to our door steps when we stop paying attention to the  troubles and focus on the reason why we are existing.What ecourrages me most are the words of my Mum,I know sometimes I may not do things to your expectations and could be naughty at times,just want you to know that I LoVE YOU SO MUCH MUMMY.