Sunday, 17 July 2016

Time by Ewaoluwa

_Once upon a little city_
_Was a man and pretty wifey_
_Happy, with a swollen belly_
_A little one they were expecting_

_Then one night it started kicking_
_Next came screams of pain and shrieking_
_A hasty trip had to be taken_
_To the ward of maternity_

_Though the room was pale and silky_
_Filled with the stench of antiseptic_
_Much was at stake to take notice_
_Pretty wifey was bedridden_

_Tick tock the clock was ticking_
_With Everyone anticipating_
_Atmosphere tense the man was pacing_
_It almost seemed everlasting_

_But alas! A final pushing_
_And the little one was given_
_Sweet melody, the child's wailing_
_Happy tears, the couple shedding_

_On the eight day was the naming_
_Admist presents and rejoicing_
_The child was named grace and beauty_
_Some even said she was pretty_

_Day by day the child was growing_
_And when of age she started schooling_
_Though she played and preferred sleeping_
_She actually enjoyed learning_

_As she went through life in phases_
_She had a share of challenges_
_Suddenly she became goal driven_
_Many eyes were fixed and prying_

_Will she conquer Mathematics?_
_Will she break a thousand boundaries?_
_Will she cry out in victory?_
_Or just lie there introverting?_

_Hearing this, a nail was driven_
_And she even seemed to stiffen_
_But while they were speculating_
_She was busy calculating_

_Burning midnight candles till morning_
_Goals were achieved - God given_
_And with time they were forgiven_
_Cause what mattered was Thanksgiving_

_Now a new phase is beginning_
_Though a little scared she's seeming_
_She knows there's no harm in trying_
_This is only the beginning_

Written by: Ewaoluwa..
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