Thanks For the Life Momma
By Paris Thulare
I am the reflection of my own shadow,
The one behind the existence of barrows .
I am the daughter with pride ,
I am the son at the top of a river nile .
She gave me the chance ,
yet I breathe and yes I believe ,
Because she choose not to abort when she was caught at lion's gate .
She chose not to leave me in a corpse's cage .
She gave me a chance to live .
Who would have thought i could say words in such ?
Who would have thought that my wrist needs a watch ?
But Mother gave me her all .
She wrapped me up when the sun ran hot ,
She lifted up me when the grass was Grey ,
That was when lions wanted to prey .
Nine months isn't a child play ,
But momma made me see the day .
She is the reason why I see this sun until dawn ,
I read book of different pages .
I stumble on top of different shapes ,
Because i've been given the chance to live .
Thank you MOOMMA for the life you gave me.
Thank you Mdali for not abandoning me .
I'm on my way up ,
Sooner you will be proud .
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