Publisher: Writers Space Africa
Date: 22nd February 2022 Magazine: Poetic Africa
Issue: 5
Page Number: 12

I stand on this stage and hold this mic

To offer a bouquet of gratuity through these pages

To throw petals of contentment through these rhymes Save the roses for my parents

Because I have needed my mom since I was merely a fetus

And I’ve fend off my dad long before I walked in diapers

Hand the calla lilies to my siblings

For being my first best friends

And for every little thing they taught me

Hand some more to my best of friends

For being there for me on every high and low

A round of applause to my teachers and lecturers

And to that lady who gave a penny to that beggar down the street

To that neighbor in the bus who smiled at me

Every hand that has pulled me up

Every shoulder I’ve cried on Before the spotlight dims

Know I can’t jot it all down Before the curtains close

Know that in my heart, I’ve given you all Flowers of appreciation

Because I am, only because you are

A Flower For Each