My Little Dove Poem by Tosin Abegunde

My Little Dove



MY LITTLE DOVE

One whose bowels breed nations,
who before, monarchs will bow.
Aduke, she is, cynosure of princes
That hastes after a penurist- me!
Progenitor of princes of rare reign.

Th' last seed of the Aayo of Alaafin
Damsel of Elemoso's apple eye.
21st Century Queen Sheba, and a
Priceless jewel with value immeasurable:
A cloud that beclouds ill-memories
To the pouring of rain of hope.

Wriggle that your tiny waist,
Sing with that tiny sonorous voice
For your day comes like outbreak
Setting the world agog on record:
Rhythms of celestial beats for you,
Steps of cherub for the bandinery,
And rigorous acrobatic calistenics to dare the stars,
All to celebrate this my little dove.

A-two-decade-and-five perfect lily
That blossoms in its season.
Beside this stream-bed I'll ever lay
For the comfort soothes like balm.

Your flight o'er the hills and plains
In the strength of eaglets I admire
With the vigour to dare the sun:
Communicator of my soul indeed
That offers me life when i'm dead.
The only woman standing amidst last women.
A motherwifefriendsisterdaughter:

When I thirst amidst tribulations,
Serenity, your presence urshers in
To revive those dead hopes alive,
O wonderful restoration it is!

I can see the rainbow in your eyes,
The ark, flood and the plucked fig,
All are testimony of assured days.
May this sceptre of righteousness glow.
Let this royal diadem be potent
That I may hold my peace eternal.

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Tosin Abegunde

Tosin Abegunde

Akure, Nigeria.
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