All around they moved,
With one thing or the other at hand,
Just as they kept gathering,
Looking behind when their memories called,
As if to say they just remembered their origin,
Into the bag they dropped them all,
Leaving their hands empty,
Their minds busy,
That ball of sight of theirs on watch,
Like the mind was talking to it,
Everyone too busy to look at another,
It's actually the long awaited day,
Actions alone can justify that,
Seems all is set,
For they all make use of the zip,
Lifting the bags to ascertain weight,
They all being excited,
What could it be,
Sure sweeter than the product of bees,
It's a holiday,
Home sweet home calls.
Maryjacob Okwuosa
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