Family – Page 13 – WILDsound Festival

For my son, Poetry by Ruben Yamakawa Navarro

Traverse the hill…and awe.

Yonder, the lights

sparkles my heart, warmth the soul.

Limits of time, but for the grace of God,

here, my faith, marks the ground.

Will Hold My Pen To Bed, Poetry by Ibrahim Olalere

I will hold my pen to bed
When the day comes with no words for poetry
I will dream of our infant voices
as mother warns us to quit the dashes
Yet we will run into to the kitchen
Hiding and seeking
Happy and smiling