Little girl, who made you?
Who designed the laughing wool on your head?
It has the colour of Africa
Who baptised you with that innocent fluid?
I know it's African
I feel the tingling of joy you received from its romance
I can see the two African bulbs in your eyes
Who fixed it there?
No wonder, the bright African sky refused to let go
Little girl, whisper to my ears
Who fathered your coming?
Whose hand ignited your living?
Your gratefulness hovers around like the muse
It begs the lips of my hand to touch you
Nevertheless, I still want to know who made you
Wuuuww! I now know who made you
You smile because I have known it
It's the artist's pen that made you
#ICelebrateYourMaker.
(c)EKWUEME KC,2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Little girl, whisper to my ears Who fathered your coming? Whose hand ignited your living? ...........it is the artist's pen that made you..... very original poem.. great imagination dear poet.. thank you. tony