Marion Mwangi Poet Prose

I and Mama

I  AND MAMA
I left my footprints in the mud
The mud that was ooh so red 
That to my feet it stuck and...
It got my mummy oooh so mad.
But smile she had to at the end
Because into her life I rained… 
Lots of pure delight and fun.

I tilted up my face to the sky so blue,
And chased the butterfly across the flower gardens,
It dodged my hands and flew away 
But with laughter in my voice I kept chase
I didn’t catch it but I loved the chase
In the end I collapsed on the flowers and laughed so hard,
And mama watched from the window with a smile.

I stood inside and watched the rain,
But twas not fun to watch the rain I…
I wanted to catch the raindrops and hold them close,
But mama had already said no before,
So I sneaked outside while she took a nap,
I played with the crystal drops 
I danced in the rain and got all soaked up,
 I laughed and danced to my heart’s content 
Then I raced back to the house.

My mama she wore a nasty scowl,
I knew some tears would mix with the sweet rain,
I stood dripping like wet rag,
Did you grow an inch now that you are wet?
My mama asked as she caned my sorry behind,
Then she removed the wet clothes and gave me warm ones,
And as she tacked me in, that very night,
There was laughter in her voice as she kissed me good night

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Jack Nganga August 31, 2015 at 9:23 AM you are a wonderful poet

Jack Nganga August 31, 2015 at 9:22 AM this poem does something to me that i cannot place my fingers on. nostalgic childhood, my mothers and everything that i did to upset her, but how me and her in the end found something pleasurable about it all. i like the poem and i think your a wonderful poem, as am getting to read more of your poems Marion Mwangi September 2, 2015 at 5:39 AM thanks James. for me this poems just takes me to those days when nothing else mattered just growing up life was fun and i hope the kids today enjoy it the way we did though times are changing.

Robert Lindley August 10, 2015 at 10:11 AM A delightful prose write. Reminded me of my mother teaching us life has rules and hoe breaking such brings an unwanted reward. Yet love always remained ... Great prose.. Marion Mwangi August 18, 2015 at 4:20 AM precious memories of our childhood, we laugh about these silly things i used to do with my mum.thank you for the visit