My Love, Don't Make Me Cry

The stars are up, a spectacle of splendor
The moon so clear and winks
You said you'll be here
And like babies would play
In the beach, would laugh
Scoop sand, sprinkle water for play
Here I wait, Golden sunsets count
Moons come as your face teases
Your call honeyed like a bird's song
Promise of a sweet dawn, so I'll stay
A mother is a way, a baby would cry,
My tender petal, don't make me cry,

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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