Love The Parcel. Poem by David Kinyanjui

When I was younger,
Before I knew a world of anger,
I thought love was a different package,
A gift well wrapped to withstand breakage.

Little did I know that love could be a parcel,
A collection of objects you choose to send or cancel.
Sometimes wrapped in paper as honesty, truth, loyalty and outmost faith.
In other times, a foggy weather that leaves us with a misty wraith.

I am not Methuselah,
But from church halls,
To painted walls,
and market stalls,
Love tends to conquer it all.