WRIST 'A' GRAM

WEDNESDAYS 2PM

Their Mother‘s Pride

I heard them sing,

To no one but their king,

Their smiles like that of the citizens of Lyng (Norfolk),

I became jealous of the good tidings they bring,

So I decided to write my bit,

A song of braise with a ting,

To the Qwing who left me at six,

O! I hail thee,

Rich and mighty I couldn’t ride on your wing,

Sweet and sassy - couldn’t pull your strings,

Till today, You remain in denial of me,

‘I’m childless, without any child’ you say,

How could I blame them for believing your ‘tattle tale’?,

I await the day of avenge at bay,

The day of revelation, of reality and flare,

I heard them sing,

To no one but their Qwing,

My smile like that of the people of Ringe (Denmark),

Never to be jealous of the good tidings - because I’m healed.

                                                                       - Angelicwriter

Qwing is a made up word by writer merged using the combination of the word queen and king, it is used in this poetry to refer to the reference given to a mother by her children who adorned her as a king (male ruler) in the female body.

The poetry is written out of a real life experience, a mum who is crazily rich yet her only daughter could only watch from afar as the mum is remarried and without any child with another man, it’s been over 2 decade since she’s seen her biological mother but she’s since healed of the heartbreak that comes with the detachment.