Conceived in love she made her apparition
Nine months in darkness then she found her destination
Her birth was long and fraught with perspiration
As with pain and cries she burst forth in jubilation
Nurtured in the deep of that African womb
Her soul reigned free under clear African moon
Organic in nature was her first food
Breast milk, first milk set the stage for her mood
O she danced as she grew and she clapped
O she sang as she moved and she laughed
They made a feast for her birth when it happened
They told a tale of a queen that was wakened
First decade full of fire full of life
Then the teens, sweet sixteen, naïve life
Then the twenties, wicked twenties, sweetest life
Third decade, learned the lessons healed that life
First a daughter, then a sister, then a friend
Now a wife, then a mother, not a fiend
Third decade and some change and no loose end
Still a queen, always will till the very end
Growing pains left her empty left her sobbing
Learning curves leave her healing and triumphing
Life of worry turned to glory life astounding
Birthday queen, God is real and keeps on watching!
MAH MEKOLLE
On the occasion of my birthday September 2nd 2013
Filed under: POETRY LOVERS CORNER
