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Sunday, September 14, 2014

CYNTHIA ABEGAIL'S COLUMN:POEM MY BELOVED OLIVES

( Beautifully woven. From the first sentence we will not stop reading the last word in one breath. It is that marvellous) New World

(This poem is dedicated for my two sons, gift of God, the olives of my life! )



My Beloved Olives



Frolicking movements as conceived,
Warmth and joy of vision felt
Blood of my blood,
Flesh of my flesh!

Cries of new beginning,
Unfathomed mirth reeling
Tears roll, laughter amidst,
Welcome, my child at ease.

Crawling with eyes rolling,
Feet so soft deviating
Hair like ebony, at last!
Curly or straight will it last?

Now, a gentleman with grit,
Ebony hair, now brunette,
Girls around the bench,
Always out on the bend!

I always love my olives,
Gift of God, like tulips
Blooming with utmost grace,
These olives of my race...

All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail Bernardo

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