Mom Poem by Kirabo Anthony

He took her by hand
And like the burning end
of a midnight cigarette,
He put her out...!

That fateful night
Render none but; to curse the past;
The regrets of swimming in pools of love
But at least she had a smile from the dive.

A smile, that shall forever
Lag her heart in the past of never.
That smile of the Virginal opening;
To click the living past... of lies!

That fateful night
Rendered her no bed but; shivers
From the moonlit darkness rivers.
Life is short-long with no ties.