THE VISITOR 

Little baby, little angel
tell me about your world
the  world I have forgotten about,
but first welcome to my world.

Was it warm, was it cold
your face looks sun-tanned
yet you seem joyful and bold
as you arrive from your first world.

Was it dark, was it bright?
could you tell if it was day or night?
could you hear us talk and laugh
in the comfort of your world?

You shed tears of joy, didn’t you?
cause you were lonely no more
we gave you the loveliest of name, too,
and have for you plenty in store.

Little baby, little angel,
we know you were coming all the while
as mum grew bigger and sighed under weight
and sweaters and shawls were knit.

Little beauty, little angel
I have so many stories to tell you
but in what language shall I tell
perhaps I’ll wait till tomorrow

Innocent baby of my mother
clean and shiny like a star
I can hardly wait for you to grow
I want tossing and play with you

Sam Mbure

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