Black Pearls - A Nod To Grandma Poem by I.C Nnaji

The ornament of steel,
unfolding in a platform of crest;
adorable, splendid, rare;
what a toast to behold.

The smiles of a storm,
the look of a diamond,
the touch of a musical,
what a rhythm to uphold.

Listen to the whispers,
a wind of love flows,
mama, just a lay low,
her fruits, lovely lilies.

A precious dream,
reaches to a new heart,
in a world of simplicity,
mama, what a pathway.

Memories of hugs,
holding hands in a storm,
looking beyond the horizons,
papa's, what a Blackstone!