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Hurt Mothers
Give me a heart O Lord
Such as that of a mother
Please, please dear God
A heart of a hurt mother
Like pricks and thorns grow
On stems in hedges yet don’t prick
They sway with stems when winds blow
Never do they hurt their own stick
A heart that hurts I already have
But compared to a mother’s,
This of mine has burning nerve
In a hurt mother’s heart, tenderness gathers
poem
by
David Munene wa Kimberly
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