POEM: TO THE POETS

TO THE POETS.

By Gitau wa Kung'u

Go my poem go, walk my dear to all the poets,

Massage their ears as you would a lover,

Hug them tightly for a little bit longer,

Pat their shoulders and kiss their cheeks,

Whisper my poem whisper, whisper my sweet poem to the poets.

Run my poem run, run like a deer to the poets,

Appreciate them for the late hours they sleep,

Weaving words with styles to make the world better,

Embrace them in gratitude for healing wounded hearts,

Whisper my poem whisper, whisper my sweet poem to the poets.

Flap my poem flap, fly like a dove to the poets,

Sing to them a harmonious song of  appreciation,

For their resilience even when things get overbearing,

For their spirit that never dims the light,

To inspire, educate and motivate the world,

Whisper my poem whisper, whisper my sweet poem to the poets.

Swim my poem swim, dive to the hearts of the poets,

Cuddle their hearts hearts with warm loving palms,

Acknowledge them for the blessing they really are,

For the angelic missions they struggle to fulfill,

Whisper my poem whisper, whisper my sweet poem to the poets.

Poem by Gitau wa Kung'u