So Much a While Ago
I could count myself lucky
Every time I ventured out
For on the tray were plenty
To eat, to drink, to wonder
Just how did she do this?
But then I remembered
Days and nights in times
Gone by or un-memorized
The pangs of savage hunger
The days and nights of rage
Are those days truly gone?
Are the days of plenty come?
Will this new feeling last?
I will dash to mama again
And ask her if this is for real!
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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