THE SUN SUNG OF A SON
(to Morris Ogbetey,GBC 24)
This morning
The sun woke up
With her tongue
In flaming songs
Crystal clouds
Gathered at her feet
Joining in with their
Rainbow voices
Petals opened
Their applause
As birds danced along in the sky
The song was
About a son
Whose deeds are
Indelible beauty spots
On the cheeks of his mother
His name written
In plantations
In mine shafts
In industries
Under market sheds
And on currencies
The black pot
Under my fallen palm
Offered libation
To the Omnipotent One
With the ever potent wine-
The wine rose through
The clouds-
The clouds melted
Raining the saliva
Of Odomankoma
To flood his
His soul with blessings
Blessings that know no drought
12/09/ his birthday 2015
©Sarpong Kumankoma
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