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Most Parents...Poetic Justice.

*I remember the day you were born* *Seems like it was yesterday to me* *Just at the crack of the dawn* *On a very hot Sunday afternoon* *First it was a series of painful occurrences* *And before I knew it* *All I heard was the crying of a newborn -* *Fragile...tender...with so many mixed emotions* *But the feeling of excitement trumps every other feeling* *You were so tiny in our arms but mighty in our hearts* *It was of no doubt that you were a beautiful work of art* *Craftily made by God, sent to us with such tenderness and aura* *You made her a proud mother with no reason to ponder* *A delightful surprised even in the midst of the planning* *On the tattles of neighbours* *I watched you grow beautifully* *From cradle... to crawling...to walking and stumbling* *From saying incoherent speeches* *To your proud audible dialogues* *Oh! How beautiful it was to be able to witness your growth and oh...* *How beautiful it was the first time you mumbled ‘mummy'/'daddy'* *On your first day at school, you were excited* *But didn't want to go without your parents* *I was also scared to leave my child uncared* *But I had no choice and couldn't say otherwise* *I trusted the process and I trusted you also* *You finally grew up to be a responsible adult* *That wasn't a surprise because you have always been amazing* *With all my directives you never gave me a reason to flare up* *You always made me proud never giving me a reason to regret* *The day you came to the world happens to be the day of great joy* *This feeling or mood is to represent what most parents have to go through. It's a process to watch your child go from the cradle to adulthood. Just something outside the box...*

**Poetic Justice.** I love random poems that addresses different kinds of things. These are random thoughts put into words based on observations and not what I went through. I love pencilling down thoughts and observations as fast as it comes... **Did She Not Tell You?** *That we were burning lovers* *constantly in each other's embrace* *fiery furnace of passion* *that never hurt* *as we were like the three Hebrew men;* *Me, him and love,* *with the fourth presence being* *our desire to not be apart* *But alas!* *We were called out,* *the flame was killed off* *so we could share the testimony of what* *we used to be* **Inside My Head.** *On days that you asked if I was fine* *I was drowning and still answered yes* *though my soul longs to speak* *my tongue is stubborn and wouldn't yield* *While I laughed so heartedly,* *a storm was raging in my insides* *I'm drowning* *I don't know what to do* *Will writing save me?* *I don't know* *My fingers are typing but* *It still feels like a war inside my head* **Lovers' Nest.** *Take a look at the span of your hips* *They speak volumes than words on the lips* *Tenderness and smoothness of your fingertips* *Gives memories more than video clips* *Your simplicity is astounding... you've got drips* *Blessed is the heart you care for and give the grips* *If you are water, I would take many sips...* *It's always refreshing when you smile* *It can take the hardest of hearts to go the extra mile* *Who wouldn't for you want to cross the river Nile?* *Step on what ails your heart like you would with the reptile* *I hope this makes you smile...* *Thank you for your time.* *My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks. I am love's chemical content in human form and that's why  I advise people to take a dose of "****Olawalium****" daily.* 🙈 Kindly follow me on Noise.App. https://noise.app/Olawalium

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