Mama’s Cradle by Thompson Emate

Thompson Emate | June 10th, 2024 | poetry | No Comments


Go to that ground,
Where redemption will be found,
Go to that place,
Abide in freedom’s embrace.

Open the door out of the night,
Walk to the light,
Don’t be distraught by the mirror,
Redemption is nearer.

The sun will smile at us
if we can get on Hope’s bus,
Look out of the gloomy window,
Come out of the encompassing shadow.

Tears stream down my eyes,
It is much-needed advice,
How did she see through me?
I thought eyes don’t see beyond the sea.

Poet Bio

Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.

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