Letters
image credit: Fabricio Prudente By Osuolale Oluwatomilayo I wrote to the beginning, I thought of my childhood. I thought of the days where all that mattered, Was Mama’s sweet porridge. And the sound of my laughter, Of the days when my teeth fell faster than the rain, Of the days when lores made sense. I asked, “Where has the time gone?” Who stole those monuments? What happened to chasing the rain And counting the rainbows? If time doth skip, Who then waits for man? I wrote to love. I asked it where I went wrong, What unspeakable things I had done. I mourned the years I lost, The ones that chased after my childhood And left me a shell. I wrote to love, Yet I never heard back. “Where have the years gone?” If Mama be kind, Have her mail me just a bowl of porridge. I wrote to happiness, And it answered not. It turned its back on me, Just as love did. I asked for a smile, it frowned. I begged for grace, it simmered. I asked for a haven, it mocked me. I wrote to remember th...
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