My Dying Mother Poem by Emmanuel Chibuike Ikechukwu

You really scared me with your humor
You really scared my little heart

I feel like running out of line and words
Speaking with her sparkling eyes

But full of pains benefit the sound
I sense nothing but death coming closer

Like the days get older anytime the clock tick.
I have never discover it was like a time bomb

Set aside to get me explode
Get me the doctor call me a vehicle

Let me take her out for treatment
They all steer at me like a mirror waiting for her

To give up so they could celebrate for their mission

They are the real enemy I knew waiting for
The right time to strike they are the real serpent

Waiting for the right time to bit

They cannot bit this one she is only my dying mother

I wish she get well soon.