Sharing With the Rest
I had to share some of my meals with my neigbour
helping poor little ones is mum`s delight
Taught to be kind so as to gain God`s favour
Our home is full of them waiting for the night.
The meal is sweeter and soothing when it is shared
plates raised,waiting to be served as mum does her thing,
Smiling faces;this flow of joy cannot be compared,
Sounds of belch,farts filled the air as normal routine.
Festive periods are bee hived of activities as gifts flow,
clothes and other items are donated with decency,
they are happy to accept without feeling so low,
We are all delighted to give out with no deficiency.
*My childhood memories...*..
Copyright © Olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2012
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