I love you abundantly,
So many things made me to make you my first love, Oh ! dear Jeanette Mwenembuka Yohali Warally.
At 18 years old age you were married , conceived and did not abort me,
You accepted the labour pains to see me alive,
As a young married woman , you experienced so many strange things , sleepless night, my noise in your ears days and nights,
You tolerated my misbehaviours from early age to make me your best first born son,
You were my first best teacher before I met some school teachers and university professors,
Some religeous , traditional and political leaders ...
"Oh! my heroine."
You were the first person to hug and kiss me privately and publicly...
"Oh, my dearly Mum."
No human being on this earth will steal my heart like you did ...
"O' beautiful , loyal and wise Mum."
No one will see my beauty and take care for me more than you...
"Oh! Wonderful servant of Christ Jesus."
You will always be my number one until the day you will go to rest.
You deserve my first love forever and ever
March 07 / 2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Regina Mclntosh
So, as said you sir
the sun did still rise
albeit in a blur
among shaded skies.
Where clouds did gather
at a dunces brainstorm
for a dance and a blather
upon a pseudo platform.
Hustling to heady highs
saturating their misbehaviours
soon they will crystallise
forget their facilitators.
As sure as they will fall
and make foe with the floor
we will stand smart, tolerant and tall
savvy of a shower bows soar.
A spectrum of and for all
a light we can all bat for.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
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