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Beauty of parenthood

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you.

Beauty is joy forever
And it includes the flattened tubes
And garments made from torn pieces.

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you

The pot tummy and the stretch marks,
Extra size that never goes back
And the gradual loss of hair strands.

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you

Innocent frames of the newborns
Heads on mum’s arms sucking with pride
Or the sleeping head on Dad’s back.

If you are looking for beauty
By the corner of parenthood
Teary views will overwhelm you

Watching them grow into adults
I wonder what beauty could be
When it is the only skin deep.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Note to our parents on our wedding day

We belong to you
So, do not bother
Families are rays
In beams, but love has to pave

We have to leave you
To cleave each other
You have been a tray
Carrying us all our lives

We have to leave you
For a new chapter
But blood never sways
You are still part of our lives

We belong to you
Now more than ever
But in different ways
Thanks for the blessings you gave.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Parent sacrifices

Under the seas and under the oceans
I have seen all sorts of emotions

But, inherent aptitude of Salmon
Leave me teary eyed all night till morn

Seeing mothers and fathers spawn and,
Ply their lives to death so their kids can feed

Well, not until you become a parent
Going an extra on an extra length

You will not comprehend the details
Of sacrifice on an head and tail.

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

Rebirth of disaster

There is a pox in dox, an inherited fact
Tape recording all our unmannered acts

Jotting down details in genes, our flaws
Jungle laws, and high online frauds

Greys guess that we deliberately call blues
Girding girls who spread legs and shoes

Taking narcotics from the Pandora’s box
Tack together to share it back before us

When we are parents please expect our kids
Wadding routes we took against the creed.

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

Parent’s Scholasticism

My mothers prudence
Saved me from
Repeating failures.
Her rules and justice
Gave me grace
And self-discipline.

My dads fortitude
Made me to
Conquer my demons
His great temperance
Counselled me
To abstaining excuses.

During the times of
Bruise and stitch
I recall my parents
And all they thought me
Then I feel
No pain, but healing.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My parents glow

Unravelled treasures
The best of pleasures
In all the major
Riches to measure
Yet my parents hold
In God’s writing, bold
Alphabets of load
Yet searching for gold!
All their sectors glow
My parents are great
Far greater than yours.

Not lucky but blessed
Better than the rest
Excess load on chest
Till altruism paid
Goodness never fade
Fat eggs their hens laid.
Others search for gold
And their stories told
Of unequal folds
Oh my parents glow
Fat brighter than yours.

Along the pivots
A load on the left
Makes the right regret
But my parents hold
Not refined but crude
Diamond, silver, gold
Seen as a harvest
From their labor fruit
God blessed my Parents
My parents are great
Far greater than yours.

2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Letter from children to their parents

Dear Parent,

Before shadows of death cometh,
Life is live to experience breath
Not these rules that must never be bent,
“My child, do this; my child don’t do that”
Until your choice of destiny is found,
Let the dice roll, you can only guide.

It may be a sweet meal at the moment
And tomorrow; mouth and the toilet
Tell dead tales of the meal they ate;
Parenting is a school you graduate
Only to get your descriptive result
When your children turn into adults.

Your children.

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

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

Brink of resemblance

No debate, no contestant;
Have you ever noticed that
Parents battles for who won
On the look of a new born?

They expect flavour and shades
In brinks and edges on the face
Then get a blended oneness
So; appreciate God’s greatness.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My fathers wife

My body on her; I grabbed
She must have made me smiled
And poured buckets of kisses
Onto my soft, small baby lips
How was your first kiss in life?

Right now I wish I could
Take back the arms of time
And lay on my mothers arm
As bambino in farm and room
Smiling at my fathers wife.

Chuckling and giggling with meek
Kicking empty air with my legs
Looking deeply into her eyes
Falling asleep beside her milk
Enjoying the new breath of life…

While releasing poop and pee
On my fat baby padded pants
Less worried about heartbreaks
While I enjoy the sweet warmth
In the cockles of my fathers wife.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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