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My Mother Does Not Know by Sumaiya Vawda

Sumaiya Vawda | December 4th, 2017 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

My mother does not know
that my pillows smell
of the pads of dogs’ paws,
and my soul of burning Cherrywood

My mother does not know
that my routine echoes
the pop of a fresh can of tennis balls,
and my heartbeat screeches like worn tyres

My mother does not know
that I shall have a white Christmas this year
with snowdrops of marshmallow feel,
while my desires ably sear steel

My mother does not know
that I endure Twitter storms by day
and slay dragons in my sleep
to afford my upkeep

My mother knows the chimes of the sea
but she does not know me
or my world as it be.

Poet Bio

Sumaiya Vawda is an 18-year-old scholar in Pietermaritzburg, South Africa. When she’s not procrastinating with school assignments or engaging in political discourse, she may be found pouring herself onto paper.

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