Beyond the bars of the altar
Where two is made one
I'm Taata
The beacon that waists the song of joy
I'm the slap that swells the stomach
The mighty bomb that shatters
The shape of a woman
I was aware
The day you glided to the altar
Dressed in the garment of the heart
In my abode, I waited patiently
Drinking from the cup of merriment
Shaku Shakuing ahead, with my might to alter
I'm the joy of motherhood
The pride of fatherhood
The leap of love planted in the heart of siblings
I'm the beauty
That nudges the mouth
A vital purpose of creation
Words are beyond my description
But forget not, I'm Taata
The glory of the blood
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° Taata- a little child
(c)EKWUEME KC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem