LULU MERO Poems
On my way to school
In the public transports
This day when the sun was all cool
But not everybody, NOT the one I recall
He came to me
His clothes all torned
His hands, my God his nails
He had a jar, a jar that waits
Waits for any Samaritan...
A Samaritan who can be you or me
I was standing by the subway
My backbag filled with books
I started asking myself
Do I have anything, anything like a penny
I didn't want to start searching my bag while he there
Is not that am afraid he will steal, is just am afraid
Afraid, I will feel more ...
She was once a girl, now a mother
Her destiny fulfilled, acting' tougher
Never complains, not even to father
No one is unique universally than mama
Mother is an icon of hope that never dies.
Pure love, not even deaths can label all lives.
A model on her own not even a school reveals
No one to trust even myself, but to her no lies