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.
(The Pen Healer) is a Nigerian poet, writer & IT consultant.
His works have been featured in The Quills, Nantygreen
& others .