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Mother’s Love

The chambers of your heart squeezed to allow life roll out. The thought of how a person you are caused my eyes to watch independently seeking an adjective to describe your uniqueness. You allow the burden of showing forth a protruding belly don on you. Sweat run consistently through the thickness of your hair. You laid back on a bed singing unpleasant sounds to allow me dance myself onto the outside. Your body crouched over me and your hands gives me warmth. Your flourishing milk moistened the dryness in me. As I grew gradually, you vacated into famine just to allow me witness the golden gourds. The silence of your pain echoed on your face. As I fell into the miry clay,you disciplined me and made me as white as snow. Rearranged literature cannot depict my love and appreciation. On this faithful day, I smile from my position and say “Thank you. I love you.”Written by Kwame Dunamis


Published by Kwame Dunamis

A young writer, born Williams Nana Tandoh from Enchi, Western North of Ghana.Student nurse at Asankragwa Nursing And Midwifery Training College

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