The Gift
As a miner in a mine,
He has lots of lonely times.
Missing his wife and kid,
All he can do is send them gifts.
Last month he went home.
To see his firstborn.
He was welcome by a beautiful face,
Tender love and her embrace.
As usually he gave her a gift,
She loves receiving.
His wife always comments.
The only gift she wants,
Is his devotion and trust.
Listening to the doctor.
A lot goes through his mind.
What will he tell his wife?
He lived a double life.
HIV he said.
Please, tell your wife,
Of the last gift she received.
Copyright © Roebain Christians | Year Posted 2021
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