The Ozique's Xmas Day Tete A Tete Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Family in communion with distance dissolved
Collectively sharing snugs, snow, sun and love
Ivie, fifteen months, elevating the stir a gear

Like hung cloths on wire to dry or nylon to flight
Swinging in joy and jollity to unheard music
Was my heart jiggling to heavens in merriment

Like how different folks respond to gala gifts;
To some the excitement is to money and boxes
Others be caught in spiritual euphoric cyclone

Mine was being wrapped in Ivie’s bonbonic swirl
Of hearing her first nursery rhyme recital; hear
The sweet delight, aestheticism, finery and lustre

To floor me to knees, hands in prayers, clapped:
Dear divine, grant that I be here, next tete-a-tete