INEM
It was raining, I had to save Mama's clothes.
But they weren't on the lines.
I was pissed but his whistle appeased the goddess in me.
Like a fowl trailed with corn.
I followed the sound to Papas favourite tree.
Only I forgot he had said never to look so revealing.
But those didn't matter.
He had said this tree was a symbol of love and that was what I sort.
He could climb any height to seek this smile.
Not even the rains could stop us.
He had saved Mama's clothes but has drenched me in his arms.
Read about the male child
 |
| THE LINES |
It was raining, I had to save Mama's clothes.
But they weren't on the lines.
I was pissed but his whistle appeased the goddess in me.
Like a fowl trailed with corn.
I followed the sound to Papas favourite tree.
Only I forgot he had said never to look so revealing.
But those didn't matter.
He had said this tree was a symbol of love and that was what I sort.
He could climb any height to seek this smile.
Not even the rains could stop us.
He had saved Mama's clothes but has drenched me in his arms.
Read about the male child