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Between Sunrise and sunset

The awesomeness of humanity
Began from the flexibility
And the diversity of balloons
Though it needs a form of sun like moon
In a form of masculinity
Shaded in various diversities
None can overlook the day it lit
And how an infant actually fits.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Darling Mom

I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.

Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…

She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!

Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…

Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears

And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.

Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Pregnancy line

When it rains, rainbows appear
When bumps come, something appears
It is a thick tiny dark mark
Vertically dividing the stomach

First it comes as a whitish line
And then begins to darken the line
How wonderful it is to say
A new life would be born someday

From linea alba to linea nigra
I kind of see a spiritual era
It was unnoticed some time ago
Until the bump began to grow

I was told; after birth it disappears
Could it be the path souls pass
Running from navel to pubic bone
Its function is still unknown

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Sucking her breast

When a mother carries her child
She carries him like a treasure found.

Picture me, giggling, all that time
When I was little; yes, she is mine.

Restless I was, guess she knew it
Hence, she striped herself so I have it

Private and public demands; ah
Was I a child who abash her?

No pride in starvation, I guess
Why sit on my tod as does the guests?

Pinching jaws, my claws meant no harm
On my bottom, resting on her arms

Against her breast, I couldn’t buck
As a baby, all her milk I sucked.

©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Her million strides

Many mistakes may be made
But none permanently fades
If we eternally fail to recall
Sources of our umbilical cord…

Our ecclesiastic and our only bank
Our mother whose drain we drank
Along the aisle of these tall trees
No piece of cake blew like a breeze.

We never begged stew for jellof
Though thoroughfare was tough
And rough, all she gave was enough
For us to never forget the buffs …

While our mates were after the saps
She showed us how to climb and tap
From both boughs and boughless trees
That was how, she geed us to hills.

Pictures may not show the lagoon
She jumped to bring home the bacon
All these years of million strides
She gave us an impeccable ride

Not fast wagons, nor the jumbo jets
But all her sweats, bloods and strengths
If we eternally fail to recall all she did
Then we must be impractical indeed.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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Period of my rebirth

If I am to be rebirth
I shall love my destiny
To roam and scout for any
Trace of my present parents

I shall not just travel
To feel the beautiful world
But find an umbilical cord
Deep right inside my cradle.

Before water breaks or flows
I shall love to receive
All their sweet beautiful traits
Genetics and hereditary throws

I hope, they are not stressing
Worrying about my tomorrow
For nine months in a row
While the bumps is growing.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Innocence of a child

Sweet and cute
In my hands
Lays my child

In her eyes
I surf snows
White and cold

I see a
Ring of fire
And flower

Flaring out
By the side
Of her eyes…

Feeding her
I often
Get to learn

Innocence
Of a child
Never hides

As she smile
Grabbing cans
From my hand.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Bumps to birth

It is in womb breathe edifies
Lion to cubs, and fish to fries
Love then grows in mothers eye
All day and night, she often cry.

To succumb pain she did comply
To change of shapes, arm and thigh
Just to bring forth butterflies
Onto these world of cover sky

The milk build up to never dry
Belle bump shows like stained dye
Result from humps starts to fly
Foetus kick, God be glorified

For her child, she may choose to die
Until it crawls, jump and fly
Thou shall never falsify
A mother’s true love for her child.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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