She came in when I was inner my room
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In a movement I never saw her mother
Not talking and not looking
She Sobbed the air half dozen
And half Dozen heaved sigh
Glaring at all I own and me
And staring at my shadow
As I walked passed her.
What Ail thee Lass?
Tongue-tied she was
Shifting her axle from the holder
Like the panting mouth of a dancer
When she stood up
It was a belly in globe shape
Nerves- quake I became because
I had not planned
A bed-warmer maid at the period
she laughed and paced to my bed.
Prince Mahakwe Paul
Copyright ©2004 Prince Mahakwe Paul
I wrote this poem with my pen name in www.poetry.com
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