Memories of moments past often
Bring a lump to my throat
Making it necessary to
Live without breathing.
Category: poetry reading
I Wil Hold My Pen To Bed, Poetry by Ibrahim Olalere
I will hold my pen to bed
When the day comes with no words for poetry
I will dream of our infant voices
as mother warns us to quit the dashes
Yet we will run into to the kitchen
Hiding and seeking
Happy and smiling
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