oh you.
So beautiful and cute,
nothing to be quantified with
Always happy and playful.
Possessing an angelic smile that heals the soul.

oh poor child.
Looking for that energetic you.
Now more clingy than before,
found no more on the floor,
becoming weak and quiet.

Found no more pleasure in food,
for her appetite has wondered beyond,
mouth too weak to suck.
for stones are like my painful breasts,
and her body ready to boil water.

when will these sleepless nights end?
I have to be strong,
now is not a time for tears ,
for the two of us can not be down .
© Doris Okolo