Treasure Island

Abdulrasheed Dawodu


Life Cycle


Years ago
I came your way
I cried my way here
But smiles all over your face
With joy, your eyes would tear

You nurtured me
As I crawled
As I spoke my gibberish
You understood me clearly
The apple of your very own eyes
I gave you happiness
You couldn't imagine

You watched me grow
My firm steps
My manly voice
How time flies
As I have my own

Days come
And years go
The fondness between us
Continues to grow

Now, you can't watch me no more
I have your sight
I have your meals
I watch you grow
I bring back your faint memories
As you crawl
Gradually away

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 17, 2013
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