Nyagondwe The Grandma
Nyagondwe the grandma
Far from the out of reach
She brings offsprings
on the carpet
Generated from the coastal verge
The land of blessings
Unpacked
Seven! She says
But two are friends
of the earth
Without acall and vanish
Born of wealth, with her
husband leaving
Down stares, waving
Going to reassure friends
of the earth
Solute encounters her way
Astrong bond is superficially
laid
At long length
But happy occupies her
chick
She has little branches
That removes the blazing fire
In her soul
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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