Who are these
Little angels warring
On my bedside?
Pleasantly disturbing
My early morning sleep.
It’s me daddy,
Nneka’s voice broke in,
In into my eardrum,
Rousing me out
Out from my momentary peace.
Ugonnaya’s little fingers
Caressed my hairs,
Good morning daddy she greeted,
Gap-toothed smile on her lips.
As I made to retreat
From this warfare,
Pleasant warfare,
Chinagorom shot her missile,
Her usual missile.
What will you eat for breakfast daddy?
Ha-ha-ha,
Breakfast at five am?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice imagery......and descricption.....i feel like i can identify the children in this poem..... happy family though