To all my children


I couldn’t wait to meet you
Nine months was all too long
The day you came you had tears in your eyes
Tears that made me cry too
Your first tears of so many
I hope you don’t cry too often
So your beauty doesn’t fade
So your innocence doesn’t dry up
The way you cried when the needle pierced your skin
You haven’t learnt to hold in your tears
I wish adults knew that.
I wish I knew that
I hope when you grow up and you get your first heartbreak you won’t forget
That when you cry
Mummy will hold you
Like she did the very first day she saw you

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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.