My Name

My grandfather must have seen us,
before he started crying,
the tears of freedom, liberty and peace.
but we stop to greet an old friend
who was close to our heart,
at least he had stayed more than a decade in our mind.

Then when we meet grandfather,
he didn`t call me by my name,
he call me freedom, peace and liberty.
yet I was surprice to see the tears
coming out from his eyes,
what a beautiful gift on a birthday.

by Abel Udoekene

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