If I Were A Flower

Artwork and poem by Maryla Wilson
If I Were A Flower  

    I Would Whisper

        Pink Petals Into Your Heart...


vitalis james said...

I have a question
That will lead me to my destination
And unfold my dreams and ambition
To take me out of rejection
For in it I see a vision
Of happiness and future appreciation

When I was young in twos
Life was sweet and in it's blues
Sitting on my feeders laps
And her,patting me in happiness
Without knowing what life had in store for me

NOW i sit with a heart over weighed with heaviness
Surrounded with life that proves no happiness
And a future engulfed with a cloud of sadness
After the sole mother's life being unsuccess
For she died of the life full of restlessness
And left me in the world of confusion and hopelessness

Today,I sit under this shade
With jiggers and mites being my friends
They are so noble and daily companions
With nothing to fill my stomach
Apart from my daily outcome of the dustbins
Nothing to lay my head on
Apart from the cupped hands that act as pillows and blankets

On Christmas,i sit on the verandah gazing on the road
Watching other children happily holding onto their parents
With christmas gifts and goodies
And christmas blues filling the air
While wind of of solitude fill my stomach
Withno one to remind me of the celebration time
All days to me remind me of solitude and sorrow

A good morning greetin to me is a wallop just because I spent the night on someone's veranda
I cry out of pain and suffering
Wishing for a new day to comer in my life
A day,the term 'father' will have a meaning to me
A day when our Kenyan streets won't have the deprived and miserable street children
A day when LOVE will be shower genuinely and shared equally through out the world

YES, my question is WILL THIS DAY EVER COME? and WHEN?

Maryla Wilson said...

Thank you James for your poem