'Shawn' Davis Kawalya
Lovely with glossy chestnut-eyes, almond shaped
Her skin that rare tone of black- unknown
She wept, sounds of pain escaped her lips
tears in her eyes, she held me.
A smile coming to life on her face,
a tear dropped on mine, I blinked.
Expressionless, I cried.
To many, I was just a baby
To her, I was a bundle of joy.
Many years have crawled by,
and I still feel secure when I crawl into her embrace
she was my first love, my only love.
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