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The Snow Woman's Heart.

Two black birds in love at the river.

Two black birds in love at the river.

She was such a naive native woman,

When she met him by the river banks,

Its like fate had planned the destiny

For the two black birds to meet.

Daily they made it remarkable,

A place never to be stolen

From their memories of romance.

He took her in as his wife,

Promising perfect peace of mind.

A first born son she gave to him

And he loved it dearly.

Every morning she became his sun,

That would only set at dusk slowly.

One evening while he maunder the fields,

He met his other Apple from the tree,

She never spoke his language,

For a snow woman she was.

He fell in love with her sweet scent,

He fell in love with her lovely looks,

And slowly his snow became his love.

She liked the black in him,

His way of dressing and looks,

Made her like him even more,

Naive but ready to be educated ,

And speak the snow woman's language.

By the river banks they learnt,

Exchanging new cultures and lovely ideas,

And under the moonlight they secretly met,

With touchy Feelings taking overboard.

And he forgot his black beauty,

That once made him happy.

Another being his snow woman brought,

And he promised to love it dearly,

It became his second baby

And to love it they promised daily.

Seeking protection from their cultures

And keep safe the half snow half black,

The snow woman promised to go away

With the lover and the baby.

They flew the skies and hid the truth,

He became her people's man

Now forgetting the naive beauty,

His African bride,culture and roots.

She never heard from him in days

To come and he forgot

The once made promise at the banks.

Seasons greetings passed in heartaches ,

Till she stopped her beating heart,

Promising daily his coming back ,

To her lovely once made son.

And he waited for his daddy,

Who had roamed the snowman's land,

Waiting patiently for his come back,

But he never came to life.


Millicent Okello (author) from Nairobi, Kenya on September 12, 2020:

Hello Prithvira

Being contented with what we have is even better. We learn to appreciate just like the poem.Although the may never cared about leaving his lover behind

Prithviraj Shirole from India on September 11, 2020:

A heart touching poem. We should be happy with what we have and value it. Perfectly delivered the message.

Millicent Okello (author) from Nairobi, Kenya on September 08, 2020:

Hi Drew

You are Welcome. A masterpiece of reality. I appreciate it.

Millicent Okello (author) from Nairobi, Kenya on September 08, 2020:

John Hansen

It's a sad reality that many people are attracted to something different other than their own. So sad it ended in that manner.

Thanks for the comment.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on September 08, 2020:

What a sad poem. Many people are attracted to something different than their own. I enjoyed it immensely, however.

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