Poem by 16years old Goodness Godstime, a member of The Yellow House Library reading community
Yesterday my father sent my brother packing
Today we are packing mud to fill the void
we have to build again,
We have to build from my brother mistake
Don’t mistake me for a little girl
what make a father fight his only son
I pray he doesn’t join the bad boys forever
Who only main focus is to destroy what has been built, they destroy my brother
My father catches him smoking
He was angry, all his words were fire
Hurtful and painful to my ear
My father works in the army but he’s now retired
He knows how to train a boy but do you think he knows how to build a home?
I hope you enjoy my poem, I will be reading two of my poems next week.
Thank you I will read your comments next week please drop them.