I know that with receiving
There’s an expectation of giving,
Do not do so much for me, I might not be able
To reciprocate it.
It tears me apart, it wrecks me, it ruins me
When I lack the capacity to help those that help me
So don’t do a lot for me,
I might not be able to reciprocate it.
But if you do,
I’m counting blessings a lot as the grains of dust
Twirling in a storm,
I’m counting blessings as much as the grains of sugar
That fill a wine pitcher
If you do, If you do, I swear if you do,
I intend to kiss you like a drop of rain rippling
In the pool of water from
A gushing spring.
This poem was published in the February 2022 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
Read – Not Till the Sun Kisses the Horizon – A Poem by Innocent Matekere, Tanzania
