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WHAT I WISH MY FATHER TOLD ME
My father leave me since child,
I was about seven years old,
Nothing I remember which he told,
Than mother ice cream to sold.
My father have not yet died,
But he has kept me aside,
Phoning him a lot I have tried,
My calls ended without being applied.
Sometimes I fill myself bad,
Like I am not his blood,
How he has keep himself hide,
He cause me to be sad.
I know. He left home mad,
Wherever he is, has insurance card,
That card has beautiful words,
For future use in the world.
I wish he could be here,
His blessings to get and hear,
While touching me my head dear,
Then he can go and disappear.
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Husna Chikwela
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