In our Double – Seated Swing, Brother

our then glorious porch was missing a torch where we could have light at night and played with so much delight   in our double-seated swing, brother   we poke jokes in our double-seated swing where we too always cry out and sing facing each other dreaming with a smile then burst into laughter after

Climb

Climb   my life is a climb, the journey to reach the top wasn’t obviously easy I trekked some hard trail and arduous path there were challenging course and bumpy roads at some point, I swore by my right hand moving forward is unforeseen but I made it to the top actually, with lips sealed,