Love Poem: My Ancestors

My Ancestors

The room is filled with an aroma
They are love letters
Their sweetness tastes like honey
Their anger is like a lion roaring

They are game changers
They are trend setters
They are opportunists
They are risk takers

Their love is hard all the time
Their presence is felt all around
Their pride is their downfall
Their past is their strength
Their future is their stamina

Their sing the same song
They have stories to be told
They are kings in the making
They have an honour to be

Their wisdom is endless
They bear fruit in their own time
Their specification is crucial
Their gifts are priceless