I don’t know who will read these words 
To search them hard for meaning 
As I struggle to make you feel with me 
The Simpler Childhood days. 
Mango trees and Coconut fronds 
Waving their little bellies in the tropical breeze. 
The gentle rain that touched my tongue 
To engrave a cacophony of voices. 
And the smell of the sea, salty and fresh 
Where it touches the sky. 
But now I have become alienated, 
Just like the yellow canary bird 
That responds and follows the song of another 
And flies right into a trap, 
And will forever regret 
Following the song of the mate. 
Now I understand how that yellow bird must have felt 
After loosing its cherished freedom, 
To sing again and again 
To lure the next unsuspecting bird. 

 
Part Two Of The Series Of Poems :MEMORIES OF HOME..
Dedicated To The Memory Of My Mother..
Mrs Margaret Ellen Dedei Addo...1914-2002
 
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