Perhaps just an embrace

And a cuddle when the child

Within comes out to play

My hair tousled with fingers mild.

Perhaps just night songs

When my body clock chimes.

Just those fanciful rhymes

Until angels my cradle throngs.

A tickle, a loving prod

To dare the dark woods at eve.

Just a smile, not a word

Might rid me of this grief.

A silly joke at midnight

When your beloved is sleepless

Waiting for the morning to fly his kite

Higher than wherever eagles nests.

I wish and wish on shooting stars

I sleep and sleep on the atlas

I wait and wait that you will find

How God blesses the dark earth with sunlight.

I do not know what more to cry for

Whether for empathy or adventure.

I can not pluck stars into my punnet

So I find a boat in my head and journey west.

I pray you find what to do with colours

And how I’m not swept off my feet by cutesy humour.

There is little I can say

But wish you will honour

The child in me when it comes out to play.


30, a collection of poems by Jaachi Anyatonwu
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachị is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.

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