Because I Love You
A kettle and a cup
When the kettle whistles,
I go without asking
to pour you a cup
and bring it to your side.
When you are away,
you forget to call.
The kettle rests empty
upon the stove.
A poem by Pemba Umoja
A kettle and a cup
When the kettle whistles,
I go without asking
to pour you a cup
and bring it to your side.
When you are away,
you forget to call.
The kettle rests empty
upon the stove.
A poem by Pemba Umoja