Difficult Past Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

My eyes pierce memory lane
My sweater I see
Down the line of past

Wet and sticky with sweat
Yet smelling pleasantly to me
That I gave bites and sucks

My dress, one and only
Day by day I adorn
Happily oversize and covers all
My dress of ancient past
Just like yesterday
When mama laboured beyond her strength

My dress of pained past
A reminder of struggles past
The appreciation of today and tomorrow.

(Thursday 22nd November,2001,5.15pm)