(The Boomerang Poem For My Mother,

Mrs. Earnestine Carraway Jackson)

Copyright 2008 By: “THE PO’ FOLK’S POET, Mr. Marion Obafemi

And Inspired by God

While flipping through the pages in the memory book of my mind

I discovered something strange about this thing called time.

I saw where you nursed me, burped me and watched me as I grew

When I pressed rewind, on this thing called time, I noticed a change in you.

With every passing day, as the sun shinned in my face, I began to bud and grow tall

But, time has taken its toll, on this once vibrant rose, whose pedals have begun to fall.


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