A Wrong Turn Poem by Ernest Elliot Daka

A WRONG TURN

I know a star that strayed
She took a wrong turn
And fell into my arms
Perhaps a fortune for me or for her
That she took a wrong turn
And her love I will forever cherish

She was tall for my breed
And yet walked with grace of angels
Her face was a lighter tan and smooth
And her slight greenish-brown eyes were keen
She had a mouth that couldn't stop smiling
Her beautiful nose was African but not flat

When she talked, her words were slow
And yet they were laced with smiles
I had to keep myself from begging her pardon
Just for her to speak again and again for my day
Her manner was amazingly loving
I'm wondering why she took a wrong turn

She seemed to enjoy talking to me
Her love was her children and grandchildren
The son in China, the daughter in Canada
She misses them and her eyes are now wet
The girls here and not forgetting her love
A granddaughter and a grandson

She turns to me and smiles teasingly
I take the cue and stand to hug her
I hug her long and tight the way she loves it
And whisper in her ear, I love you!
I love you my angel, I love you very much
I'm no angel! She protests
I know. You just took a wrong turn here!