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Nana Ayisha Yakubu Poem
Dear mum
I’m sorry faith didn’t give us
Much time together
For I long
Every time I sit at a table
For your delicacious
Meals
For every time I see
A mother and child
I can’t help but wish
It were us
Every time I receive a hug
I wish it was from you
Every time I pick up
A picture of you
I wish you would talk to me
Every time I pick up
Your clothing
I wish I could see you in them
When I close my eyes
I see your face
Smiling at me
When I look in the mirror
I see you staring back at me
When I listen
To the song of the wind
I hear a string of your voice
Lingering
Of course
I love these things all
And treasure them
But I’ll also like to
Have the others
I’m selfish
And will love to have
Them all
Everything you is
Always welcome
I’ll never run out of space
For you.
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My grandma
I see her
Seating on her bed
Pillows propped with cotton
Circling her like witches
Around a cauldron pot
Her skin glowing
From her light within.
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9
My naughty brown cat’s 9 lives are still intact
She is very fit as a matter of fact
Thanks to the wiry little dog of my neighbor
Who chased her home tail between legs and all
Or she would have been stomped on by horses
And left fossilized on the very big dark road
Where I would have found her lying very dead
Then my tears will form pools like raindrops do
And granny’s prophecy will be coming true after all.
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She went up to heaven, holding the angel’s hand
My great grandma Hajia
Died and went to heaven
She is watching over me
With the weariness of
A mother hen watching
Her newly hatched chicks
She likes it up there
She is having fun
With all the people there
She misses the people she
Left behind that day
In the room
The angels took away
Something I treasure so much
We miss her
I miss her
I will always love her
She went up to heaven
Holding the angels hands.
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BICHON FRISE
Bichon frise or is it curly lapdog you prefer?
Pray, do make it known
Descendant of a water spaniel originating in ancient times
In the Mediterranean area
Used as barter by sailors
Your solid white coat is silky profuse
Not silky confuse
I get it now
You are prized for your lively intelligence
And is usually groomed and trimmed
To give a “powder puff” appearance.
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FREEING MY LOVE
Poetry is flying fish
Over a waterfall
It is words stuck in
An ancient spells book
Kept under lock by time
I tap into the recesses of
My brain
I find the key
To seek out the book and free
My love, poetry
I realize it doesn’t need the key
To be free
Just expression of it frees it
So here I am doing so
Letting it fly out of my mind
To fill the world’s emptiness.
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THE HORSE OF MY DREAMS
The horse of my dreams
Is white as snow
His eyes like chocolate
His feet graceful and strong
His mane is beautiful
Like the summer
His legs shift
Side to side, sturdy.
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My dad
My dad with his dark hair
Is in his room.
He is touching a Qur’an
And he is reading.
I am watching him
From the door.
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PRECIOUS MOMENTS
Clip clop, our shoes go on the cobblestones
As we walk on, daddy and I
Our usual thing
The sun smiling
And us squinting
Talking and laughing
And sometimes advising
Getting a tan
The two bodies are fountains
Spurting out waterfalls of thoughts
And feelings too
We make a pact, daddy and I
Walk buddies forever
And so it was
Until it wasn’t.
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MIND GONE WILD
“I need somebody to love”
“My first name is somebody”
“Where is my favorite girl?”
“I’m right here sweetie”
He smiles
“Do you take this man here,
To be your wedded husband”
Of course who wouldn’t?
His turn, he said yes too
And added, “Always and forever”
I blushed
“Then by the power vested in me
I pronounce you
Man and wife
You may kiss the bride”
My lips were burning
Then there came his
There was an explosion
Father Ben, man and wife all died
I had to do it
He wasn’t marrying me
He wasn’t marrying just any girl
But my sister
I will have to see him everyday
I couldn’t take it
I did what I had to
I cried far more than everyone
I was really sad
But not sorry
At the burial
I threw the first handful of sand
I heard a finger snap
I looked up and saw him
Looking handsome and smiling wildly
I hugged him and he smiled
And whispered into my ear
“Will you be my date to prom?
You aren’t imagining it” he smiled
How could he tell?
His cousin was taking Liz, my sister
I felt a delicious jitter inside
Of course, was my reply
The lips were burning
Father Ben said
Maybe too loudly
“You may kiss your prom date.”
This time as the lips clashed
There was no explosion
Just an eruption
Not a volcanic eruption
But an eruption of affection.
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