Memories Of Joe Poem by Anugo J. Edoka

A beautiful tribute to a great mum ceremoniously rich in tone. An insightful piece of poetry nicely put together. Thanks for sharing.

She died I grew - - -] And in those four words lie the awesome strength of brevity. These four words target the reader- pinning him to think about them, about what they really mean. The four words also draw forth emotions because we all know what it must mean to lose your Mom at such a young age and how stark and lonely it may have been for you to grow. The placement of those four words and the use of those four words was perfect. 10++++++++++

Living on mama's little nest of unending milk The hands that griped my vibrating self in convulsive days.. wonderful poetic expressions dear poet. thanku very much.. for the feelings u expressed.. tony

The womb that held me for unresolved painful months The hands that griped my vibrating self in convulsive days Left a soothing scar on my face, my hands and my feet....to fall and get back on my feet..determination that will lead a human being to greatness.. thank u dear poet. tony

Mother's love and affection to a child is immeasurable. Here you have touchingly inscribed about your mother who is no more. It is a great tribute to mother. Thank u dear Anugo, keep the ball rolling.