What we have are memories.
Sometimes a song, or something as a can of Coca-cola.
What I remember is you in the doorway.
Your arms open wide with a hug.
The front porch covered in dirt and magnolia leaves.
When a Luna moth is born
it must climb somewhere safe
to wait for its wings to harden
before it can fly away.
Some insects are born without mouths, others without wings.
We are flightless birds.
Not one of us is perfect.
But you are now.
You are my rock.
I love hearing your voice, whenever we talk.
We're so great together,
we're on the same page.
Our hearts dance with passion, on our personal stage.
Thank you for everything,
and all the things you have done.
You bring light to my days,
just like the sun,stars and the moon.
#Acceptance
© Saighoe Francis Asilfie Kweku