My Mother

 My mother, who sat and wash my enfant head, when sleeping on my cuddle bed and tears of sweet affection shared, My mother.

When pains and sickness makes me cry,who gaze upon my heavy eyes and wept for fear that I should die? My mother.

Who taught my enfant lips to pray and love God holy book all day and walk in wisdom pleasant way, My mother 

By Tsetse Francisca 

Index Number:BACS27020


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