MY POETREE FAMILY.
Note: If you read this you are
I was born into poetry
by my dearest lovely sweet mother Kate Achi Bissong. Who always make sure i am
I was way too lucky
to have Edison Ragal
as my poetic father. Who assured me that I can fly
even if my wings has no feather.
I remember it was just like yesterday last year sir. When my heart could not connect with words sir. When i was taken to
Dr. L Sr Prasaad for poetry surgery,
So that "when things go wrong, I go write like I am Sir Ken L Custance.
It was a huge superb chance. When I wasn't feeling safe stranded on the streets a light warrior Morgan Chambers wrapped his wings
of love and light
around me protecting
and awakening to my true self.
Even though no computer no format, my granny Shan Van Rooyen (shani)
Always make sure I did not go astray in any way.
When I was walking yet asleep like a zombie,
KC Clark my super Nana cheer me up and wakes me up to my gift in life.
Now am completely awake and aware,
My brothers in cacoon
Never pass a night without saying hi in the chatroom.
I remember now vividly
everyday my dream
to write ligitly
Like Roman Cain to make you want to scream.
I saw my dream coming true the day I met you Veronica Maria you are the one I've been waiting for.
I remember how my sweet sister
Roxie Soller reminded me of putting the Al-umma at heart first whenever I go shopping for words to take on stage.
I remember my precious
princess Chichi Alintah said my love poems are intresting but in
my heart I wanted to be as romantic as
Sir Uzo Nwamara.
The best things in life they say comes for free.
I belief this words when
Shell Lannigan sent me a book that completely change my life.
When Uncle Mark D'Bolt decides to give me more feathers and also teach me how to fly the poetry skies without slapping my wings on the icy clouds. Still teaching me
How rhyming can make me royal and raise me as a King to stand beside my dearest sweetness Queen of the light
Still teaching me
How to find myself in you and whistle into your soul without having a borrowed heart like Babuji Bipul Kalita.
I'll be calm, cool and a real husband like Ashok Nair.
As protective and lovable as Jimmy king is to his kids so I shall be, a "wonderful father."
Although I may not be deep, riggid and solid with the grammer than Olaf Monger.
But I'll be an empath star seed as Shayla Cule
Touching the poor souls in every degraded corners of the earth.
Copyright © Solomon Emmanuel | Year Posted 2020
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