Dedicated to: my little cousin Yamkela Ledwaba

When I hear your smooth sweet yawns,
My heart starts pumping.
I wish I could run to you,
And cuddle you so tight I’ll never let you go.

The closer I get to you,
The more I love you.
Because you are my angel ewe.
Your name sounds like the Yammy sounds of hope,
That always give me hope.

The river of my love for you,
Never runs dry:
Because we never run dry.
Our love runs within us.

Your beautiful smile describes the purity of your heart.
Your cute laugh describes your beauty,
Your humming voice tells that you are a black child…