Posted: June 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

The following poem was inspired by Laban Erapu, in his poem ‘The Guilt Of Giving’

The seemingly exhausted old “hag”

Lines the dingy corners of the developed city

Ragged, dirty, forlorn, fragile

I pass nearby unsuccessfully shrugging off the guilt

That tugs at my heart

Like an excited child, she smiles

An expanse of bright yellow teeth

From ear to ear

She nods a greeting,

Stretching out her wrinkled palms

Abandoning all pretense

Forgetting the guilt

Embracing love

I enthusiastically shake her hand

In a firm grip

Akin to my handshake with my mother.



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