This child loves me
Tamyka Bell
Like no one else ever can.
He loves every form I take
And every shape I make
And from the very start he has seen through.
He has never judged me harshly
And has never found me wanting.
He has rejoiced in my songs
And wept at my pain
And floundered when I was gone.
This child is so old,
He has watched me through the ages
And recognised my poems
Each time they appear.
This child knows my fate
And he lingers to see it once more.
He shares my name
And he watches over me.
24 August, 2004
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