back then

The soft rough hands of a
loving father,

playing soft music to make
someone's day.
It’s as firm as a brand new
wheel of a fast sports car.

The salty seas of Noumea brings back
memories to those days,

where the hot fire sun was slowly, slowly
melting down
my small wooden ice cream stick.

my special object is not the
best, not the greatest, but makes
me feel like I'm different which makes

me complete.

As I close my chocolate brown eyes and imagine that my dad
is beside me
playing the melody over and over again.

My special object is a jembe.