Mum C writes


“For you,

The moon is at arm’s length

For you,

The sky is like the shortest roof

For you,

The stars like night lights will walk at my command

For you,

Trees will shake, shrubs will clap as birds sing at my command

For you,

A million years can come in minutes with no fears

For you

Problems no matter their storms will fall at my hands”

Too bad

Peril and promises have a thing in common

They give fast legs

Legs which run marathons before the mind stands

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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