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FELIFES

Your words were hurting
Provoking and mean
More of torture than loving,
So I thought as a teen.
The rod of admonition you never spared,
Consistent though I was rebellious.
In the raw word I was rared,
Though hard and strenous.
Now shall I forget thy prayers at night,
Or should I seize to remember the song you sang?
It resonates joy and not plight.
I can only reciprocate by acquinting with the right gang.
On me you spent your last kobo,
Was there when my heart seemed frail,
Though I never showed it cos of my ego.
Your encouraging words were around when I seem to fail.
You whisper joy to my ears,
Between the gale you were my anchor.
Your soft smile drowns my fears.
You thought me to axe rancour.
FELICIA AND FESTUS, you are the best parent.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 7/28/2015 8:19:00 PM
What a fabulous penned here......A.M.
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