INAY

I wrote this poem when my mother was suffering from a battery of ailments that she wasn’t able to overcome. It was then painful on my part to see her that way, and I couldn’t do anything because I was hundreds of miles away from her. The only thing I could do then was pray and write this poem for her.

She died last year, ironically, a few hours after I celebrated my birthday. It was like she died after giving birth to me.

Posted on June 14, 2025, in Spoken Poetry, Tula and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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