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Dear Mother - Pen Healer


When I was a little boy

I saw my mother shed her skin to keep me warm.

She planted herself like a tree to give me shade on rainy & sunny days.

There were nights I robbed her of sleep & distorted her plans at day.

She built me up & I believed every line of her words that I could be anything I want to be.

Of all I have become today

It all started in her tender arms

& heart of love.

With every little light in her

she lite me up to life.

-mama


(The Pen Healer) is a Nigerian poet, writer & IT consultant. 

His works have been featured in The Quills, Nantygreen

& others .

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