Latter To My Late Mother Poem by Felix Otiende

*Latter to my late Mother*

It's twenty three years since you passed away.
I was only four years old.
Still I can remember,
They buried you as a dog

You kept on struggling,
Just like any other woman,
To bring me up on this land of pain.
Was it not a pride to be the first born in the family?

Do I belong to this family?
Mama did you get married to the right person?
Why can't I get a job despite the papers?
Tell me why are they after me?

Mama what did my woman did to them?
Why couldn't they leave her alone for me?
She was my everything,
She gave me a life that a mother couldn't gave me for two decades.

Mother 'till I make her proud I won't rest,
I want to live her dreams,
And fulfill them for her.
Make her happy in the next life.

I'm hiding my identity,
From Jager to unknown guy,
Running 'till the end of time.
©Fely g