Pg poems

0. I was maybe zero when my grandmother caused me to cry by attempting to shave my hair and when the nurses incited me to scrape by piercing my new fleecy skin. 1. My mother used to force me to sleep by constantly feeding me milk and porridge; it was the only time I could be quiet. 2. I was maybe two when they decided to take me to church to implore for me, yet I, the monarch, yelled at the pastor and caused the congregational activities to pause for a moment. 3.    I was maybe three when I could merely struggle to say two words, "mama" when asking for food and "baba" when I needed money, and when I could not distinguish between the right and left shoe. 4. I was maybe four when I wanted to know why everything else in the world exists and why people should go to the school that I never wanted, only because my mother never came with me to class. 5. I was maybe five when my brain started "hanging" due to overload. I was confused about whether to c...

At the shores of Port Victoria, I happily stood in custody of the belongings of three missionaries, The three missionaries, having finished their mission at Port Victoria, Sailing the waters with a heart full of delight, They had spread the word and helped people cope with the ending of the world. They left behind all they knew. To bring the light of faith to the blue zone Nevertheless, fate had other plans, it seems. A capsizing boat, a tragic scene They fought to survive, but in vain. Their mission was cut short, and their dreams were shattered. Nevertheless, their legacy lives and will live on. In the hearts of the redeemed; Those they touched who are no longer with them With the love and hope they gave With their souls saved for all time Amayo, Zavon, and Meraba, The shining stars, beacons of bravery, Will always be remembered For the sacrifices they made And the hope they held out.