Before The Boatman Comes Poem by Stephen Omolori

When I looked at my notepad's blank page,
I said that I should write you a sonnet.
Sitting down to meditate like a sage,
I thought of metaphors to place on it.
I wanted you to see my feelings come alive,
Showing you that they are nothing but the truth.
I stuttered like a boy younger than five
Hoping to hide from his mum his broken tooth.
Even before I wrote poetries about you,
You read all the letters in my heart's note.
Since life has always been the overflowing blue
On which Mr Death paddles his old boat,
I've written you poems more than a score,
Adorned than the robes King Mansa Musa wore.