There she sits
with a smile
that pierces hearts
like a lily of the fields she charms
at her sights I stumble and stammer
speaking in tongues? I know not.
with a motherly look she watches
the beads as they fall
falling in places to become bracelets
anklets and necklaces
in that corner she sits
with artistic pulchritude and dexterity
with captives from no war
and then again she smiles
like the sun, her sun, her smile travels miles
and though we be apart, I feel her
the resplendence of her smile feeds on my despondence
and then the dimples
that tell of a puerile simplicity.
Tossing her hair,
she raises her head
this time around to hum
with a voice whose melodies die in the heart.
- Jacob Albin Korem Alhassan (2013)
This is a gift from my wonderful friend and it is added to his first poetry collection Unsung Songs available on Amazon.