Kalungi Kenneth Jackson Poetry.

I wanted to know what would happen next. I was young and innocent.The pains of growing up are heavy, because every new day means another sin. I wish I could go back and play with toys and barbies in the back yard. With age I am losing myself, with many secrets to hold on.
I want to sit on my fathers lap again and tell him how the day has been. I want my mother to look at me at bed time, like the best gift she ever got, she watched my every move, even my breathing, I want it all back. Memories please don’t die along with the time. As I sail along the road that takes me home, please take me slow, I have a lot of reckoning to do.
Growing up got many questions with its tide, like where does love go to die, I want to go back, they told me that it was good, but I don’t remember. I want to get back the feelings I lost. But, I have to shine, because there Isn’t enough rope to tie down my destiny, I picture better living. Kalungi Kenneth Jackson.