Kenya

Deep into his innocence a glimpse, a spark on something new courage in his hands and feet firmly planted on brilliance But of course to his young mind, everything is new To find a piece of my roots in his nuances To relate all the secrets of success I know Hypnotised by his baby cries A diverted prayer that brought the devil to his knees A venomous snake would never strike his fears Such is the purity of the human heart to heal I see all that we were in his whys? A new life bubbling with atomic zeal Every waking minute a study Why none has memory of this fun hike The tiny hands grasping and early steps sturdy What it must be like exploring the world up on this rock To the top of an empty head like a growing hair Not to know, but to always expect to find fresh milk