My dear friend Nana Oye is (amongst many things) a gifted poet who’s featured some classic work here on Goldinwords in the past. When i read this poem of hers it was obvious that the inspiration was undiluted and strong. I was anxious to have you see it als0, so without much i do ado, I’m going to let Nana Oye tell her story.
When i left the shores of Ghana, i was worried and unsure about what i left behind. But he proved himself time and again by how sweet he was over the distance and how pampered he could make me feel from all the way over there. I closed from church one sunday in a thankful mood and wanted to write a poem counting all my blessings. I guess he was the blessing at the fore of my mind because the poem just flowed out of my mind onto the paper. i didn’t have to edit it. he made me think poetry.
Missing You…
I did not intend to write about you
But I picked up my pen, looked at the paper
And thoughts of you flew unbidden from my mind
Streaming down my right hand,
into the pen and onto this sheet

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