Blue Love Poem by RONALD K SSEKAJJA

Well tell mother, her smile is a light
Its a flashing gold-ray from a sourse so bright
But if love is for love, then mother
You deserve the love, its blue, so blue
like a sky after the rain, huddle
With a warm African sun, so is your love
But mother, if joy was for joy
Then please enjoy, what I say on this reed
Is what is inscribed by my hand
Yet mother, the hands stretch, all things meant
For love is love, that which is blue
For if it is pure, the pink roses on the wall map.
This is for love mother, its for your due