From A Corpse In The Canal Poem by Adeosun Olamide

I wish put hands around him
And get a mothers hug
Or whisper words love his ears
But to touch, I hesitate
For I behold in his mien a rejection
One unmask, that shall wake at slight touch
My son hopes for a beautiful mother
I have seen it in those eyes
Wherein disgust and malaise settled
He’d stare at the woman passing by
And gaze on- the women in his books
At their firm breast and radiant skin
Then he’d look me with same eye
My wrinkled face, sapped breast
And stare other flaws that in me
As I look in his cute eyes
And wave a bye
He walks quickly from
A discontent swirling in his ambles
And a pose that pierces my heart
I still hear it in his heart beat
And discern it in his looks
The wish- he has no mother
As I tread path to have him joy