One Little Poem
One little poem stood on the line
Her little heart was pounding lub-dub, lub-dub
She looked at the light in the far, with beaming excitement
She stood behind the line wondering
When her day will come, to shine
Waiting for her chance
Waiting for her fate
Her little hands were trembling
She looked at those machines and smiled
It had taken The WHOLE to create this little beauty
The prowess in her mind
The wisdom in her heart
The strength in her bones
Her little feet trembling
They were tempted to run, forcibly find herself with those in the front
But she waited, trimming those edges, doing more last touches
For her day was coming
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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