Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle (31 of July 1988 / Alagbado, Lagos.)

She remember'd me and began to weep.
All night, she did not sleep.
She is growing old and ill.
But she does not think the pain she feels;
She thinks about me, her little boy,
Who she gives education instead of toy.
'I want him to make merit
But my ill health wants it incomplete.'
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'Mother, I know it's never be fun.
The clutch of poverty and its bludgeonings,
Because of me you trade your belongings,
But the battle is almost won.
I know your limbs are growing wane
But your toils shall not be in vain.'
This was all I sadly could declare
As my eyes blink'd in droplets of tear.
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...september 30,2012