I Can'T Believe My Good Mistress' Gone

I can't believe that 
my good mistress' 
gone.
she came,she 
saw,she lived,she 
worked and died.
But duties of her is 
yet to be done.
That's why I'm 
weeping while long I 
cried.


She is now call 
among the 
dead,she's dead.
No place to see and 
hear her any more.
We lost her sweet 
maternal tea and 
bread.
on our unconsoled 
heart lies ever sore.


To sorrow I was 
nailed when i 
realised;
her teaching and its 
great impact in life,
her charming voice 
of care and great 
advised.
That's why I called 
her sister,mom and 
wife.


If God not God,I shall 
curse him the God.
But since He is God, 
I  have to nod.

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