ABRONOMA

On that blissful night

Of retire from the Folks Place

Where our feet first converged at Nana's call

I, the bee

Blown by the wind into your path

Words exchanged one or two, or three

'You look familiar’, I have seen you before'

Then, you entered my soul, there

Embossed, not ephemeral, your fragrance

I inhaled deeply

Morning blossoms

Blossoming spring

Clothed in heaven's mind

The window of my heart flung opened

To catch your aroma and morning breathe

Afternoon sun

Baths you to beauty

Your attitude

Your sweetness

Your care

My heart whispered me calm

Spoke to me and sang a ballad

My heart knew it had found a treasure

A place, a home

A woman to love, a companion

Slowly

I loosened to trust like Bonwire’s loom

You are the weaver’s hand

Whose tears wiped away my tears

Love is no more a stranger

Abronoma

Dainty dove

I till the earth and sow

A handful of gratitude

For you, the august gift of August.

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Abronoma (Akan Twi) = Dove