I am searching for a place,
Anticipation lingers at the tip of my tongue.
A place that is warm and kind,
Where I will always hear my favourite song.
The place is colourful and bright,
It’s energy makes me feel so young.
It is filled with such depth,
My toes curl as I push my way through the throng.
I know the place, it’s in your arms,
In your embrace, I am where I belong.
©Ivie M. Eke 2017.