BY GLORIA O’KOYE
A rejuvenating, sweet, innocent newborn scent that can melt the coldest of hearts.
A salve that soothes the itchiness left by worldly scars.
First of everything,
From smiles to sounds can bring peace
Piercing heavy clouds.
The purity of a child brings wisdom that can humble
The wisest of teachers from afar.
In the first few weeks of life,
Skin-to-skin between parents and child,
It can strengthen lifelong bonds.
It promotes life through connections,
Never underestimate true parental love.
The love of a child can save lives,
Can uplift even when dangling by a thread
Above the turbulent winds
And treacherous seas of fear and doubt.
The love of a parent
Can break the lineage of trauma and hurt,
Uproot tainted family trees
In ways that insanity has no way in,
Only culture and traditions can come to full fruition
As they fully sprout.
Sweet child,
Don’t ever say that you are never enough.
You came just in time
When the glimmer of hope wants to dim out.
A love of a child
The mind of a child,
Is what the world constantly lacks.
Only a childlike faith can enter the gates of heaven,
Surpassing forefathers who grew cold from a dying world
Lies and deceit,
A child will heal those wounds and breathe in life.
That power
Sweet child,
No one can ever take it away,
It is highly favored from beyond human comprehension,
Continue to be you
Sweet child.
