I don?t know who will read these words
To search through them for meaning
As I struggle to make you feel with me
The Simpler Childhood days.
Mango trees and Coconut fronds
Waving their little bellies in the tropical breeze.
The gentle rain that touched my tongue
To engrave a cacophony of voices.
And the smell of the sea, salty and fresh
Where it touches the sky.
But now I have become alienated ,
Just like the yellow canary bird
That responds and follows the song of another
And flies right into a trap
And will forever regret
Following the song of the mate.
Now I understand how that yellow bird must have felt
After losing its cherished freedom
To sing again and again
To lure the next unsuspecting bird.
Rev. Peter? E? Adotey ?Addo
Author’s note:?Part Two Of The Series Of Poems: MEMORIES OF HOME… Dedicated To The Memory Of My Mother, Mrs Margaret Ellen Dedei Addo. Osu: 1914-2002