Golden Poem by Antoinette Rose Maria Rogers

Golden



Its what I see in the morning,
The sun, the clouds, the birds
dancing across the blue sky,
Morning.
The beginning of a new day.
And as my backbone lay
flatly across my bedline,
I'm praying to the heavens above
for allowing me to see a new day.

(sing)
Golden
since the day I was born
it was golden.
As I open my eyes
it was golden
and I'm hoping...

(Speak)
For the sun shining
so brightly, reminds me
of mommy's smile
looking so nicely,
And as her hands move so
lightly,
as she stirs the batter
of her homemade cornbread,
she gently,
places it into the oven
making it rise so highly,
the aroma dances with the wind,
blowing through my hair
and, as I close my eyes
I picture the goldness
of the crust of her apple pies,
the browness of her eyes,
and the softness of her beautiful
brown skin...

(Sing)
Golden
since the day I was born
it was golden.
As I open my eyes
it was golden.
And I'm hoping
For a new day.


Rose

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naseer Ahmed Nasir 27 March 2009

Wonderful.....! Golden since the day I was born it was golden. As I open my eyes it was golden. And I'm hoping For a new day. Its all gold, Rose. Keep it golden! Best Wishes Naseer

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