Starving Eyes And Loving Arms Poem by Raymond Magabe

these four walls conversed with our dreams
to unite the genes in our blood streams
in the cold nights and short days

and in a distant
a family that longs for a brothers love
stays in the dark about the fatherhood that befalls him.

in my thoughts i long for a son's birth
and she prays that i dont hold my breath
for if fate hears her plea first,
a daughters tears will flow to quench our parenting thirst.

these can only be starving eyes and loving arms.

God have mercy on souls that had to rest in peace
before the coming of the prince.
diamonds swell up in my eyes when i behold the truth:
my Queen will never grace her grandprince with her wisdom.

how i yearn for the sound of your infant cries in my arms
and the irritation of your childish mess in my watch
for the greatest lessons in life are taught with smiles and laughs
and are best learned with tears and frowns.

i am heavy with joy for this day has finally dawned
before the day of my judgement
the truth of your coming was foretold.


i can only wait and wonder about your first words:
'what would they be inspired by', i ask myself.
will they be a repetation of words you have heard
being uttered by blasphemous lips
and hold no meaning in your infant diction.

a sad depiction of a man awaiting
he's true-worth to come i have become,
but i will not despair for it is not in vain
daughter or son, your presence will be that of royalty.