Gracious and gifted and last of your kind,
How so you would pressure and push me to tell,
The more you sought; the less you understood,
Nature and fate deem you fit to pick.
Called to serve and serve you shall,
You, the king of nooks and crannies;
Shall wear the crown to comfort and reign.
Smitten and sapped and spent I may seem,
Sage and strength hold forth from within,
Stride off my path you slayer of life.
Well and alive I must afford,
For him mi amigo, mi familia n dawn,
For much is undone and future beckons.
© Prudence Obadan-Enujiofor