Friday, 24 February 2017

MY LITTLE CANDLE WICK

Mmeso was a figment of my imagination
Like a mustard seed she grew
Now she rivals the Iroko tree for space
For she has come to stay
My first daughter still at God's right hand
As the sun rises and sets each day
My love for her grows brighter than a blazing fire

Unfortunately I have cheated my wife to be
She will never have the opportunity of naming her
No offense meant sweetheart
She stole my heart eons ago.

You will carry her in the crook of your arm
She will suckle your breast
And I will watch over both of you
Like an over jealous mother hen
Not even an and will kiss your feet without my consent

God bless thee Mama Mmeso
God bless my dear Mmeso
And may He bless Papa Mmeso too

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