Growing up

              By Mory Keita

When I was two and half feet, I was a rose,

And my Mama was my moon and my Dad was my sun.

They made me blossom with the purest of love.

At dawn my Dad would rise with the sun,

He would wake me up with his beams,

And tell me to eat and part for school, all with love.

He wished to make me grow beautiful and strong.

At dusk when the sun slept behind invisible mountains,

My Mama would appear with the moon,behind the cloudy curtain.

She would with a smile follow me wherever I went to.

She was with me in dreams and nightmares, in light and darkness.

I was her little prince and she watched over me growing up with love.

Now that I am six and half feet,

My Dad's sunlight is fleeting and my Mama’s moonlight is vanishing.

Tho' their love is falling like leaves,
They will always remain in heart my sun and moon.


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