There is too much conflict in this world
With all the wars, guns and violence
All I need is a place to escape
Where the noise and screams I can silence
Buried in my memories, there is such a place
A place of contentment, friendship and peace
Where bare-feet we would race
And fall onto the ground in a fit of laughter
My hands would tug at the tall grass
Our skins darker, kissed by the sun
We would laugh as we knew no class
Then off to our homes we would innocently run
Welcomed by the aroma of fresh jam and cheese
Then straight to the bath to play with the bubbles
On the prayer mat, Mom and I would fall on our knees
And thank the Lord as we knew no troubles
And as the day came to an end
Down went the sun and up came the moon
I would stay up to wait for Papa
But would fall asleep too soon
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Dedicated to my loving Daughter Amina786Mo who is currently writing The skeleton in the closet.
And to all my friends who have supported and encouraged me to write
zahera37 , charliesaints16, AntonPansegrouw, _New_Breath_, Browniegirl678, ShannonKellie and The_Hunger and many more
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The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poetry#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
