Hope not for stillness
There will come a time
When tables will have more attention than you
They will be moved
Made to carry
Turned to rest
While the earth keeps still
With you in its belly

Hope not for stillness
As your ears hear the cocks crow
Hear the sounds of happy birds
Who are thankful to be in the wake
And your eyes see
Your legs move
Your hands touch
Be grateful for the move

I am like a flying eagle
No matter my hurdles
I am like the dancing breezes
No matter the troubles
I am like a smiling sky
No matter the clouds
For I am grateful
Grateful for the wake
As I have one more day
To step on my eternal bedroom
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016


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