A Morning Of June Poem by Jude Fuhnwi

A quiet morning of June,
The sun rose with a miracle.
The arrival of baby Jude,
Oh, and his smile was a spectacle.

This tiny new person was a blessing,
The beauty his parents had been missing.
His coming changed everything,
So, of course, he was a precious thing.

‘Tis another quiet morning of June,
A momentous one for Jude.
The boy has grown to be a flower,
Watered by his Maker's shower.

From his third floor of life,
With a smile, he looks back at life.
Without all glory in the race,
He has little worry - it is grace.

A race not without pain,
In his pursuit of the grains of gain.
‘Tis like a calling, difficult to chalk,
But he refuses to talk the walk.

An erratic race for this go-getter,
Is the price he pays to be better.
And so, to young Africans is this letter,
Since dreaming is free, be a pacesetter.