For all seasons
(to Julius Chingono)
little, innocent souls
receive with bright smiles
right at the peak of summer
wonderful presents from loved ones
clothing in right designs and colours
but turning out to be meant for winter
little, innocent souls
spend days, weeks and months
praying that their bodies don’t grow big
and that seasons move fast and smooth
bringing along the appropriate season
to parade the clothes in the ghetto streets
fortunate and glad we are
to receive your magnificent gift
without having to spend days in prayer
for the appropriate weather to embrace us
to snuggle and chuckle in your words of wisdom
as your poetic fabrics are for all seasons
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