Rain Drops of Yesterday

RAIN DROPS OF YESTERDAY I remembered A pelt of raindrops upon the thatch Dawn has never beckons for the cocks, still slumbered And the silence suffers from my muted rattles She wished I was silent Who? My mother, a calabash of comforts So she tricked me and wooed me lovely, passionately she won the battle It was a breast milk festivity Leaking from the sides of my mouth Mother sleeps, baby sleeps Waiting till the dawn comes Then I cry once again The bed was wet and cold That was the days long gone Of our scorns for bed-wetting Childhood days Mothers critical era Fathers joy of manly prowess Two decades and a third into thin air Now I am a man Armed for the turn Childhood of my dream Yet to come not gone yet What I remembered indeed.