Poverty Curse Of A Mother Grandmother Till Death Poem by Majid Mohammed

Poverty Curse Of A Mother Grandmother Till Death



A mother surviving with twelve children,
Surrounded in poverty living in bushy den,
Wandering up and down like an athlete women,
Married to a husband with two wifey women,
Trying to keep your children happy within them,
The hustling the buisness you always do to feed them,
Your blood your siblings stealing your wealth for selfish reason,
You always pray to God to give you a good season,
Your kids was always your mission,
Am sorry grandma for them leaving you without any transmission,
I wish i was there before you left us,
I know right now you must be seeing us,
Hope God gives you happiness in his kingdom heaven,
You didn't deserve to have those family heathens,
Everywhere you go they always look down on you like a trash,
You had to wander every where like a queen with a broken throne,
I know all you got in this world was harsh,
They all left leaving you with none,
Whats the point for them keeping a promise,
While they keep breaking your heart and their promise,
In time your dead them crying with crocodile tears,
While behind they drink with happiness and cheers,
Old people with cold heart,
Growing up with a rotten curse,
You are my grandma and i always love you,
I miss you love you and how you always nurtured us,
The feeling is not lost i wish i could see you,

Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
this is for my beloved grandmother.wherever you are hope you are happy more than you were in this world
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