Best Poems Written by Tangwa Abel Tabod

Nothing Heals Faster

Sitting on my creaking rocking-chair
Saying to my son, youngest of four
Yes to your question and the air of passion is the budding rose

As tender as the flesh of young babies
Forgiving than a mother her child 
Wilder than broncos
Selfish as dogs

Putting all in a basket of life
Marriage of love is the bed of roses
Where the power of the roses
Withstands the prickles of brambles

So to say son
Hard you may see it 
Wildness would erupt 
Where it lay extinct 
And passion of great ferocity shall frighten you

But there always is 
The bed of roses to lie on

Copyright © Tangwa Abel Tabod | Year Posted 2009