It is
the day
The
same day I was birthed but a different year
A few
years ago I cried
I wailed
helplessly in my crib
As
hunger spoke to my little belly
And
Mama lifted me up to suckle
I
drank sweet milk from her swollen breasts
And
happy I was again
A few
months later I crawled
Around
the room I explored
And
when fatigue overpowered my little frame
Over
the rug I sprawled
I cannot
remember every detail
But
grateful I am that I am grown
With
wide hips
And a
fair skin
Beautiful
I am today
I’m
amazed at how far I’ve come
Talented
and happy I am
Burning
the candle each night to write
On my
paper I spill my thoughts
Back
to the subject matter
Another
year I’ve
gained
Let’s
make a toast to the Sylvia we know
I’m so
grateful to you Lord
“A Happy Birthday To Me!”
By Sylvia Chika
sylviachika@gmail.com
http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/
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Twitter:@sylviaoz
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