On this day I severe the placenta of care
With the scissors of nonsensical ties
Brought forth by atrocious idiocy
Nevertheless, you are my baby in my heart
II
On this day
I make you a trap
A trap made for heads drunk with bitterness
Living in a forest of no- sense
Should they step a little on you
By Jove they will know
You are my baby in my heart
III
Be the strong you’ve always been
Be that warrior you’ve always been
Never bow to the hurricanes that battle you on health fields
Mama’s prayers add on libations of your ancestry
Because you will always be my baby in my heart
IV
It is just unfortunate I yoked an insane poison to pollute your rights
It is just unfortunate I was bitten by a rabid dog of naivety
To push you into a madhouse of chaos
But Akwaasuamu and Asubone protect you
You are the great grandson of Nana Yaw Agyare
One no knife must touch lest the hand that wields suffers extinction
You are a royal who fits the throne of Abetifi
Oh sickness is a dare!
Even in your loneliness
Know you will always be my baby in my heart
V
A curse hangs on any finger that will point ill your way
Blindness will uproot any eye that will cast evil your way
Let any heart that hate on you try
A blast will put it into the past
Know you’ve always been my religion
And will always be my baby in my heart
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October, 17, 2018
Mum Cee 