By Esther Adwets
He has my papa’s name
And he vibes like a mama’s boy
I talk a lot,maybe too much,But around him,
My throat dries up,and it becomesto say the right words.
With that easy going beautiful curve that usually forms on his face, you could call it a smile, it really is.
like it’s my very own.
So like a Dancer;
I’m never, at any minute, letting him tap his feet unconsciously.
Even now, all I can ever is to that which I’ve always wanted him to hear.
At the end of it all,
I am just but