Charis

Charis, a brightly coloured tomato,Out under the sun, playing hide and Seek. With no care in the world.Responsible! I don't want it mom,Or so she thought. Charis, a hardworking student,With a zeal to be the best,And very much different from her peers.Legend has it she passed all her test. Charis, a darling friend to those she adores,Treasured in their hearts.With so much love around her She was destined to fly. Charis, a great sociologist,With so much potential and Fantastic credentials fear she is a magician. Charis, my sweet caregiver, She listens and knows just What to say, when to say it And exactly how to say it. Charis, my beautiful exotic neon flower,With the voice of a thousand nightingale And beauty to match that voice,Chey!!! Kill us oooo, na u biko!. Charis, a girl after God's own heart,Listening to you song Is like looking into the eyes of God,We feel our maker when you sing. Charis, in the end you are many things,To numerous to mention.Good and bad, you are still you.You definitely have made my sky blue.