In Reminiscence. Poem by Agboyi Felix

We live with a scar, unarguably to reveal a tale.
And out of no crabs wit, but our past, we bear stymie.
Once stood here a little home.
A cottage that nursed us at bosom.
Those faggots behind wer once the mother tree of this valley,
around which we played.
Around which i drew today.
There onced mother nocked me
for pocking an elderly conversation.
These scraps were once the mud and tatch of the home.
In a flash of an elephant memory,
I recall the nights I tossed with marbles with siblings.
Right here, legs crossed in circles around the unfading flames to hear tales of little wanderers from the grey of the home.
Then I dreamt a longer season.
But a branch had already opened it jaws,
and the squirrel through dance, unnoticed, fell in.
Today on this forecourt, I await those moments in reunion.
Those moments that kept us at heart
and never wanted to desert us from thier fruits.