"uziza" poems
On the day before Adamma's birth
Mama came visiting
She said she had a rough night
And she couldn't stop thinking about me
On the day before Adamma's birth
Mama made me peppersoup
The whole house had the heavy aroma
Of Uziza and Uda spices
On the day before Adamma's birth
My husband kissed me tenderly
And laughed when I said I wanted frozen peppersoup
On the day before Adamma's birth
The sky was beautiful
It showered light waters on the earth
I watched the beautiful scene
And absorbed it's familiar misty scent
From my special window
Mama chuckles each time she hears me call the window special
But my dark, handsome husband doesn't;
He understands every bit
We stood face to face by that window,
With extremely beautiful emotions overwhelming us
We spoke silently, our eyes passing numerous messages across
We were pregnant
And so,
On the day before Adamma's birth
We stood by that same window,
Kissing tenderly,
Reminding ourselves that our baby was on the way
On the day Adamma's was born
Light beamed on our family
Adamma's smile was light itself
And it beamed through every corner of our lives
And then I realized,
I had two babies
My baby, and My baby
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 6:19 PM UTC