Innocent Timburwa Poems
|2.||When I Was Young||3/22/2012|
|4.||Father Where Are You?||6/23/2012|
|6.||Better I Die||6/29/2012|
|7.||Orphans - 1||8/14/2012|
|11.||The Past Is Always With Me||7/17/2016|
|16.||What Makes A Dad||3/13/2013|
|18.||Myself And Mother.||6/20/2012|
Comments about Innocent Timburwa
Myself And Mother.
When i was a kid,
When i cry my mother comforted me.
When i want to sleep she ussualy beck me,
When i am hungry she could give me food.
But as i grew up,
Things are different now.
If i do anything similar to what i used to do,
Hiiiiiiiiiiii my God.
Instead of comfort me when i cry,
She take a steak to beat me, Thus shutting me up.
If i sleep she leaves me in the Kicthen.
If i am hungry,
She just points some pots for me.
If their is no ready food,
She just ask me if i know where she keep the stuff.
That shows me that i am old ...
The tree you are so wonderfull
You looks green to attract our attention
You bloom to attract Bees and Butterflies
You produce a melodious sound when wind passes by you
You wrth protection.
The tree, we all rush to the forests
That is if we think of making fire
That is if we thinh of making yard bounderies in rural areas