Submitted By: Nnabuchi Akpeh

I look into the sky
And I see the moon
I close my eyes
And I see the flower
But as I reach out to pluck
It moves out of my grasp
I go after it
But it moves farther
Forever elusive
Oh, I wonder what to do
To make this flower mine.

Dedicated to the memory of my late Mother, Mrs. Egwuchukwu Akpeh

© Nnabuchi Akpeh