Mamma, stay strong
I wrote this poem on one of those ‘bad mamma’ days when my girls had both entered the ‘rebel teens’ stage. If you have children but have not experienced that stage or have managed to cross through it without being bogged down, then you’re indeed fortunate. It is strange how my own troubles helped me…
Time flies. Last week, at this time 5.00 p.m, I was sitting alone, sipping on my tea and watching Cinderella on T.V. with all the latches on the door put; the only sounds being of the sparrows and the grandfather clock in the living room. ‘Mamma don’t leave me. Keep holding me,’ my younger one…
NaPoWriMo: Day 5- Mom’s Not Listening!
Today’s prompt comes from another poem by Kyle Dargan, called “Diaspora: A Narcolepsy Hymn.” This poem, like “Call and Response,” is inspired by the work of others – in this case, the poet Morgan Parker, and lyrics from songs by Beyoncé and The Notorious B.I.G. The poem also partakes of one of the most difficult…