(for Sephaa Charles-Ayede…and for this day, Ngodoo…)
We are twins differed by the breath of light years…
yes, you the little rascal clipping off her hair at intervals.
I go to my mind’s trove bringing up your worth—
noting pictures painted on my mindscape
of memories long tucked away, those kept safe…
I’ve heard them trample your worth in human terms
but who dares compare your essence?
Your entry to these plain brought rainbows
that kept us strong in the midst of great storms
a promise of hope that transformed our lives.
I celebrate your inching step to age and a catching up with me
that might never be
in the twirling years that greys me more as it advances your worth…
As you kiss years I have romanced,
On this new year, dear, smile to Janus.