The Seedling

I sowed the seed

 A while ago

 Little by little

 The fruits are starting to grow

 Sometimes it seems so long

 Because I sowed it very deep

 I keep my eye on the prize

 

Michael's Mother's Sweet Potato Pie

Blend In

I look like them
 I blend right in
 But I'm not like them
 Under my skin

 I weep for home
 But they treasure here
 But where you are
 I treasure there

Royalty

There sits a queen
With no clear direction
All that she has
Is time of reflection

She goes to her father
The ultimate King
The princess wants to listen
While he commands the right thing

She wants to make her own king happy
But she doesn't know what to do
He tells her to listen to him
"It's what I want for you."

So she waits patiently for him
It'll happen at the right time
She'll try hard not to lose faith
Spending her days in rhyme

She'll enjoy what they have
With vigor and zest
God's timing is perfect
Only he knows what's best