Open Arms
He came from a far,
Bearing gifts in a jar,
Presumably with good news,
Little child could only muse,
For all the preparations wrought,
Little child knows not,
Only the guardian relishes,
Meeting with strangers,
Little child gets carried away,
With rage he tries to sway,
Guardian ooh guardian,
But an agreement was already done,
Little child stares at sky blues,
Letting go of reminiscent hues,
And in uncontrollable tears,
Lost deep in despair depths,
Rage outrages itself therein,
Love slowly creeps in,
Little child soundly sleeps,
Comfort envisages in the open arms,
As the night grew short,
Nearer to the destination they got,
His life had just begun,
Witnessed by the rising of the sun.
Copyright © Samuel Otieng | Year Posted 2017
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