My Broken Earthenware Poem by Tony Adah

The earthenware lay helpless
And I too so hapless
Both of us broken and none able
To mend
This is what my mother gave me
Before she travelled beyond
Now I am twice lonely
Of my mother and my love
I am restless in the scorching sun
When I tried to take shelter
Under the apple tree, she was
Fruitless like a rock
I am threatened
I have no one to tell it
For loneliness and hunger
Are the ghosts that haunt me
Where do I go from here?
I will remain under the apple tree
Hopeful the next season will
Bring me fruits.