A week before last I was invited for a birthday party
It was Sheni the Penny's twenty first celebration
She's our drummer girl, pianist and the life of the party
She along with her beautiful cousin sister sang in perfection.
All her dear family and friends were there to celebrate
She wore a light pink sweet simple dress
She was very pretty with her hair so straight
I captured each moment as it progressed.
I dreaded to see Mr.Pooh but happy to help being the photographer
I was feeling embarrassed, very shy and uncomfortable
I wasn't sure what kind of moments they wanted me to capture
I just prayed and gave control to God of all the inevitable.
Sometimes sadness can be a little bit overwhelming
So I tend to say and do things not appropriate
I was expecting to see the deadliest frown which I'm deserving
Unfortunately I was going through low depression when I sent it.
I was so determined to avoid Sweetest Mr. Pooh
I was afraid to go through the interrogation room
Out of no where, I was mesmerized by the smile of Mr.Pooh
It took me sometime to realize what I need to do in the living room.
Mr. Pooh reminded me of a Mango Jumbo Jolly Popsicle
Inside with chocolate ice-cream decorated with chocolate topping
Also on the top with white and black sprinkles looked so edible
He looked so delicious but I was afraid of being around him.
All I did was noticing him and hearing the sound of his cute voice
I was surprised during the time of worship he was singing out loud
Whenever he was close to me my heart skipped a beat and had no choice
I felt that his sparkly glittery eyes made me melt into the ground.
After my last stunt I was feeling so embarrassed to face Mr.Pooh
Just like my mom said he's a nice understanding matured young man
Though he's a prayer warrior, I thought I'm not important or special to Mr.Pooh
But according to my mom, he prays for me to be a good young woman.
"Yay!" I'm happy that Mr. Pooh is not mad at me anymore
I'm so happy to see him smile and hear his ear pleasing voice
I'm happy to see and hear him as every day I miss him more
Just by being himself, he inspires me to write rhymes from my heart's voice.
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