Mother – Goodwell Kaipa

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A pillar of hope

In times of need

My hand you held

With my heart full of greed

You said ‘’ appreciate the little you have’’

 

You were a song

I will tirelessly sing for the rest of my life

Before being known

You prepared my zing that will forever last

 

A dazzling flower you were

Yet immaturely nipped from the bud

Leaving us cold and thinking the world is unfair

But we find solace and peace from God

Knowing that he provides,

So we may not go as beggars

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Author: Goodwell Kaipa

A second year student at University of Malawi.