I thank the Almighty for thee
Holding a God given gift at the palm of my hands
Is a blessing on its own.
Wrapped in such dark and lovely skin,
So soft like the feather of an angel,
Your big brown marble eyes enable me,
To see through you,
In a glimpse all I see is
A young, black beautiful soul,
Your tiny little heart is
A time ticking boom
Waiting to explode with love.
I hope you grow and take away all the terrible troubles that trouble me,
Turn my frown into a smile and mama would be proud.
Grow to heal this broken world
And conquer it with love and joy and kindness.