Celebration | Abigail Ayornu
It calls for celebration
Don’t you think
The trees speak
essence poems
Sweet Smile | Abigail Ayornu
Everyday I smile,
The smile which cures the sick,
Even in their sick bed.
That unfading smile,
As sweet as chocolate.
Day in- day out I smile.
This smile which keeps me alive.
Even in difficult times, I put on that same smile.
No one knows the secret behind my smile.
But I will tell you,
It’s my medicine.
It keeps me healthy all the time.
I love my sweet smile.
The Old Pot | Abigail Ayornu
My mum gave me a pot which was much dear to me as gold.
I used it for cooking.
At times I poured water into it which gave a cool taste to quench my thirst.
People saw it as my identity.
Since I used it for my daily routine.
One evening, I approached it,
And saw jewelry of all kinds.
From whence did they come.
I gleamed at them carefully.
They were real and natural as gold.
I gave some to others,
Because sharing is caring.
People loved me for my old pot.