Back to my first love

These days I've been having this love for poetry. Not that I'm saying it's my new found love oh no it's not. I have tons of poems that I've written down over the years so it's been a long time coming. My love for poetry is something that my constant busy schedule has helped me shove aside. I mean I don't remember when last I took out time to scribble down something that was a poem

It's sad how being busy always is slowly becoming an excuse that I use and I know you use it too to prevent you and I from going the extra mile to develop ourselves in the little gifts or should I say talents that we have.

Apart from poetry, I used to be a very good artist of flowers. Imaginative ones though, from the depths of my heart, I'd imagine them and then beautifully potrary them on paper. I'm saying used to cos it's been a long time ago and by long time I'm talking years. I don't even know if I still have it in me to draw or even come up with something poetic.

So guess what? In this article today, I'll be giving poetry a shot. I have nothing to really write on but I'm sure it will come to me so here goes nothing. I promise to publish it no matter how lame it will be.

My poetic attempt

The first time I felt you was when you hit your belly and I was inside you..

I was just a foetus living in you but I could feel the love from within.

On rare occasions I heard that masculine voice whisper to me that he was daddy but your voice I heard all the time cos you were me and I was you.

Often times you blamed me for things that I didn't do, saying I'm making you nauseous but still you said it in love.

I always thought we'd be together forever but on that fateful day you pushed me out and cry I did but little did I know you never meant ill.

Getting home started the journey of love, care and support. Though I was young, it was a feeling that wasn't strange at all.

The inevitable growth in size came and so did the care you showered.

Graduation day was awesome cos you brought me a bouquet so pink that I could never forget those flowers.

Boy did we fight over John cos you never did believe he was my Mr right and it turned out you were right.

The inevitable jaws of death came and snatched you away from me but it forgot that you are forever engraved in my heart.

My sunshine, my lover, God bless the day you gave me life.

I myself have given life, love, sacrifice and now I'm old.

All in all, I'm proud to be a part of your story wherever it will be told!

Incase you're having a hard time understanding this little attempt at a poetic piece, it's about a mother who brings a child into the world, the closeness that both mother and child shared as well as their struggles together and then the departure to the land of the dead.

It's always sad when death is mentioned cos it comes unexpected but like the mother in this peom, we should try to live an impactful life so that the people we left or will leave behind someday will be glad that they got to know us.

I'm sure you'd agree with me that this attempt was not very lousy. I think I still have my magic wand. It just needs a little practice which I will get back to doing, so I can brush it up and get it from not bad to better.

Author's Epilogue

You can be like me and go back to that thing you used to enjoy doing that you've abandoned for a long time.

Whatsoever it is has been lonely and needs you back. Stop the procrastination and get to action. Times waits for no man.

I'm facing poetry for now, hopefully I'll be able to get back to drawing soon so that I can share the beautiful designs with you guys. Until then stay special just the way you are!

Thanks for reading, you always make me smile!

Mhizutty the voice of truth 🎵🎶🎵