Mapaseka Prudence Tshuwa Poet ABC

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SMALL CRIES I TAKE BEFORE I SLEEP
‘IS IT THE ANSWER TO DEAL WITH PROBLEMS?’
I ASK MYSELF
SMALL PROBLEMS FOR A SMALL PERSON

IS IT NECESSARY TO SHED SMALL TEARS?
SMALL EVERYTIME I AM IN PAIN
‘ARE MY SORROWS TOO SMALL TO BE CONSIDERED IN HEAVEN?’I ASK THE LORD

IT IS TOO HARD TO GROW, IF GROWING MEANS GETTING THROUGH PAIN
I SOMETIMES SEE LIGHT, BUT TRY HARD TO KEEP IT BURNING
LOST IN THE MIST OF LIFE, LOVE AND FEAR
PLEASE HELP ME LORD, I AM JUST A CHILD.

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Vicky Tsiluma November 20, 2012 at 11:07 PM I like this! Where you ask 'are my sorrows too smal to be considered in heaven?' -it seems that way sometimes, but then we are reminded that even the sparrows are well taken care of, so humans should not feel rejected. Well penned poem Mapaseka!

Carol Sunshine Brown October 1, 2012 at 8:08 AM Today is the start of a new month and a new week. I am starting to read what looks to be some exceptional writing this morning. So glad I was able to read yours Prudence. Love, Carol

Ralph Mason September 30, 2012 at 7:56 PM well done! we're all just children really. warm thoughts, Ralph