I Will Hold My Pen To Bed

A poem dedicated to my siblings ; Brother Yusuf, Aisha, Abdulazeez and Halima Olalere

I will hold my pen to bed

When the day comes with no words for poetry

I will dream of our infant voices

as mother warns us to quit the dashes

Yet we will run into to the kitchen

Hiding and seeking

Happy and smiling

That I may wake and forget

the nice warm memories of once upon a time

When we played childishly

'cause we were truly children

I shall dream of them

Even if they are now dusty voices

A paper on my chest,

And a pen on my right

While I layed in bed

I had penned a poem before that goes thus ;

"I dreamt of our infant voices

         As mother warned us to quit the dashes

        Yet,we ran into the kitchen

         Hiding and seeking,

         Happy and smiling"

Ibrahim Olalere

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