My Word

My word is one,
My word is simple,
Yet for some,
Its different a little,
Their word is heaven,
The milky way and its stars,
My word is even,
And sweetness it has,
My word is my song,
My song is my love,
My love is your love.

~Ngetha Mwangi

Jewel In My Hand

It has a different feel,
Unlike the other before,
This one is more real,
Such beauty I never saw,
It adorns my being,
Bringing life and warmth,
It finds a home in my being,
One of tenderness and strength,
I hold it in my hand,
I hold her in my heart,
This jewel of mine,
This woman that I Love

~ Ngetha

Me recuerdo

I remember your hands, soft and beautiful,

they fit into mine,

I remember your eyes, large and lovely,

they say it’ll be fine,

I remember your skin, soft , brown and beautiful,

it touched mine,

I remember your hips n oh your lips,

how well they’d fit into mine,

I remember your hair, short and neat,

a lot like mine, well except for neat..

I remember you,

I miss you,

Thinking of you….

Even Then

If the tree was a little bit short,

a little less greener,

If the rose,

was a little less red,

and smelt more like the lily.

If the left was a bit on the right,

If the sun did not go to sleep that night,

& If the moon forgot to wake up

Even then,

I would still be here,

Waiting for you in the evening,

Kiss you goodbye in the morning,

I would still walk with you,

I would keep my promise to you,

to be your trusted friend,

I would still be there,

Even then

Drawn

Your eyes,
Your Smile,
They are ties,
Not for a mile,
I am drawn,
Each day,
From dawn,
In every way,
Each and every day,
Drawn to you,
Drawn to know you,
to emrace you,
to love you,
I am drawn

-the child