The Motherless Child Poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa

Sometime i ask my self if not that great
potter that gave others the sliver spoons
That made me and my brothers and sisters
even though we are from diferent Womb the
situation we find ourself have made us one.
They say we are blessing from God, is it that
they need not need our blessing or is the
other way round.What is it like outside this
wall i wonder, it most be great cos any one
that comes in here break down and cry.why
is it that we always needs help is it that
we are not good enough to give out or we
deistiny for it, what did tomorrow have 4
us.What did you what to be when grow up?
she ask, doctor i say doctor, she simles
and kiss my fore head with tear in her eyez.
Both of them simle's as they run after they
mother with there toy guns, i wish am in there
shoes.Today i have a new T shrit and a cap
with (thank God) writing on it.of course i
thank God for having it i also bless those that
gave it to me cos there shall never lack.