A poem dedicated to my siblings ; Brother Yusuf, Aisha, Abdulazeez and Halima OlalereI WILL HOLD MY PEN TO BED
' 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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Something tells me not to stop until Olalere becomes a word in the dictionary...🙈..
Seriously, Einstein did it😼
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