Dear Motimoba

I am in the village that speak
Of the past of our forebears.
Take the children back to school,
Teach them what tradition had done
To their father and, let them be brave.
Listen to their heart beats always,
Paint their fears with encouragement
And sit with them behind the sun.
I have spoken to the moon to shine
To you always and buttress the children esteems.
I will come soon before june and july,
But let them know that their father cares.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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