Esther Gyimah's Poetry

This day at the bank
I can not forget.
Awaiting my turn
I did not regret.

In the front place I stood
Then hastened to the counter,
For my turn.

She sat behind the counter
The most beautiful lady to me
She had dark skin
A graceful face.

Fine slender fingers, clear white nails
Had on the finest rings
She was married.

She was with child,
It was all so beautiful to me
A rare wonder
I wished to be the lady at the bank.