ODES POEM

ODES POEM

MAMA

The best woman, the Queen of every man’s heart.

I call her my Jolly beam, two meaning, one description.

She’s the happiness of my heart and the beam of light in my darkest part of my world

Laughter is the music of the soul, and every day I yearn to make her whole.

Though I am a grown-up am always excited when I spend time with her, you can describe my purse with a racing car,

because every time am with her, I have a fever dip in my gut.

I don’t know if you feel the same, but as for me, like the clouds in the sky, she will always be on top, floating.

More so, like the heavy clouds when it rains, I know pure blessing it’s pouring from her to me every day.

The greatest joy in the entire, am a fully grown person, but I still hold her hands, Corona maybe today’s subject, but little did the virus know that more time spent with my Mama quarantined in the same house is worth a dime.

Like Shaggy, the famous musician said, “I wonder if God is a woman” I second that phrase because the love and affection a mother gives to her child is the same, God almighty shows to people..

I got pinched once, and I learned my lesson

I saw her cry, and I promised her to always be on her side

She hugged me once, and it was heaven all over again.

I made mistakes and got her disappointed, but her love overwhelmed the small mistake I made.

I celebrate her every day, she brought me up, and her love made me strong. She sacrificed a lot for me. By her side, I will never leave.

I will love her forever, for there is no one who can take my Mama’s place.

PET

Nature has the right way of giving back to the ones that have lost.

I have been lonely like an island or like a missed shoe that does not have a pair.

Or, like a teddy bear in the garbage, I lost my place in the world.

I lost my dear Mufasa.

The best companion of a dog that a person could ask for. I loved her like ink to pen. I can’t stand without it.

Love comparable to a shadow flies, when element love trails, Tailing that that flies, and soaring what pursues.

Mufasa died, but her death generated a brand new type of love, she brought Simba, my new puppy.

A puppy with a lion’s heart. Simba wakes me up in the morning, and when I am down, her cute eyes lifts me up.

Sometimes I differentiate her with a bulb because without Simba; there is total darkness. She is the light of our home and glitters to the dark zone of my hole.

Though a woman is an approach to a man’s soul or as the famous phrase of food being the manner to any man’s sentiment, I find it false since my dear Simba is my beloved keeper, healer, and singer, her bark is tune to my ear and the way to my love figure.

My best friend is a dog and not a person because he understands me like no other.

Love like covid19 to covid18 (if it even exists), I will always be close to my dear Simba. Side by side, when we take a walk, Simba finds comfort in me, and I promise to be there for him and my departed Mufasa.

Forever we will be.