e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Discovery at Adulthood

We were not poor, we were not rich
We never had a net without a fish
Neither did we have the heaviest box
But what mum prepared satisfied us.

I saw my parents as the world’s richest
For, everyday seem to be harvest
We had not the sharpest tool in shed
But we made memories that never fades.

I was never the sharp knife in drawer
But they inspired me to go on further
All along I felt my dad could buy a jet
And it all a wind chase for many years.

My parents hid the real world from me
They provided all of my dare needs
And never did their struggling face show
Or things they went through so I can glow.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

11 Comments

  1. Saumya Bajpai says:

    Very nicely penned ! ✨

    Liked by 2 people

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  3. Belladonna says:

    This is very nice!

    Liked by 2 people

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