Time finally rushed by
It actually did fly
She dusted the crystalline bling
Entangled in years without a ring
A gown of bright beauty
Over a worthy body
Joy choked air out our nostrils
And blue out of our veins
Saturday, to be queen
And a king to win
With a spoken word
And promises echoed
Two to be joined till death
As love was brought to birth
Snap shots brighter than sunrise
Blinding numerous eyes
Merry has filled the air
Rejoicing because of a pair
May it remain forever, we pray
And forever both of you shall stay.
-By Ruth C. Odikaesieme.
This piece is dedicated to Awurama who got married today and so it was only fitting that I post it today. In twi, Awurama mean “lady born on a saturday” and so she is rightly the queen of saturday. May Jehovah bless your union, Amen.
