Tick tock, the sound representing the passing of time. And so it will seem that these tear drops seem to overflow every night. I grab my Sony Digital Camera and see the smile that is you. And it dawns to me that with every passing of time and each tear drop you will still be myne. I slowly turn my head left and right and left again with my face facing the pillow for a view towards the ceiling might make my mind wonder and tear will run down my face. So peacefully, I choose to lay with my stomach for a good night sleep and for the heart to mend.
A thought of you still keeps me up at night. I heard a story of finding balance by tapping into your origin and each day that passes it gets you closer to that moment but more importantly it becomes an anticipation for me to that day. These are the things that make me proud of being an African, the connection of soul and origins will be tracked through the seed line. For just like at the end of the rainbow lies a pot of gold, at the begginning of your journey my Son your father will await and should the valleys of life set two path for us. In your shadow I will forever exist and I hope you choose to remain grounded for that's a place I will choose to dwell on every step of the way. You are trully loved and continue to reflect God's blessing in my life.
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