Picture gotten from-Jannaleadams
Let’s awaken the grieve of Joy,
the little laughs with babies, foe and your toy.
We can be generous with words,
writing with rhymes against all odds.
Here’s my token of wealth,
here’s love, happiness and my skin the way it’s felt.
Could I wander in your tones of delight?
your selfish looks and chin that will drop in my plight?
I want us to write in this kind of poems,
send love and hopefully one day, we make them under these elms.
We are both heavy with choice, the one to receive, the one to send.
I don’t want this fate, this rush nor this blush to end.
We will chase these little ones soon,
in cloudy, rainy and sunny days and bloom.
We will hold hands with peace, with soul and a dance.
I wish these all, in words would be our chance.
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2017