Day-29 NaPoWriMo-2022
Prompt: to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with.
Growing up under your shadow
You were her hero, the strong banyan tree.
She eagerly waited for the birthday gifts
The little fingers would hold the bounty
Smelling the woodiness with pleasure
Feeling the joy rushing in the veins
She would bury herself in
The realms of the magical world.
Time moved on timeless horses
That little girl turned into a
Voracious reader, her youth found
Comfort between the parchment of words.
When destiny played hide and seek,
Your gifts have been her
Constant companions
When your absence
Eroded her soul.
Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2022
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