As I stare through the window seat of the
Moving aeroplane, my memories shed
Tears of how great I will be missing home
Especially the goodbye hug from my
Youngest sister which was the last I could
Remember and will never forget because
She is an exact replica of me.
They said I have to go on a journey
Miles away from home, one that could only be
Reached through technology but nothing else.
Promise are the only words that will keep their
Sad joys alive till we meet again and
Smile back at the agonies of the past
Especially when we will stay forever.
I see loved ones shedding their joyful tears
Like the Atlantic Ocean that never dries
When leaving for the departure room to
On-board the flight of sad memories but
Hopeful beginnings especially when
The start of a journey is the start of
Seeking a new and unknown adventure.
My mama, my fountain of honour and
My papa, my backbone and financier,
I hope and pray that the Angel of death
Doesn't visit you so soon to live, see
And reap what you've sown from the day I
Gained independence at twenty one on
October twenty ninth, twenty sixteen.
A BLANK VERSE POEM
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