The Long Wait Poem by Francis Kokutse

It was the eyes l feared;
otherwise, l would have plucked it;
this beautiful corn that won
my heart decades ago.

There would have been names
that would have tagged me
as the evil one.

So, I decided to wait,
for the silks to go brown
to show this corn had grown.

I could have pleased my heart
but l wanted the kernels to get hard
to make it edible,
though my heart wanted a babycorn.

Was it a mistake,
that l waited for the husk to brown?
Was it right to care for it to grow?
Why didn't l tear off the husk
to please my taste buds
directed by my heart?

I waited and waited,
only for the wind to blow it away
by the timel found it,
though the husk were brown
and the silk all dried
my appetite for this corn
has not dried out,
it wasjust like before.