Youth realized their eyes could talk,
Within their crushed- suppressed souls
...
Like the setting sun,
So tender and peaceful,
Into my tomb ill sink,
Saying' bye'to sweet nature.
...
She's a girl I know,
Like giraffe she's high,
A pretty face that smiles.
Because shes pretty,
Everyone wants to help.
...
With these eyes closed,
Your a smile away.
Deep within me,
I feel you breath.
...
KABAGAMBE MOSES is founder and Director of THE-I'LL BE THERE FOUNDATION, a non government organization that unites ordinary citizens from all over the world who are not content to settle in this world the way it is and are willing to make a difference. currently kabagambe moses is dedicated to availing homage and education to street children and orphans in Africa.)
Dear Mother.
Dear mother...
Here I come again,
Can not give back,
All you have given me,
So I write my heart,
In modest words.
Words all I have got,
Words, never too good enough.
Mother, would I be in line,
If I said, I love you?
Tried to lean, you dribbled,
Held my hand and said
"Am to make leaning unnecessary"
Now I know, now I see why,
There few trees in the desert.
And this may hurt
But mother your biased
How could you love me
More than anyone in this world?
Mother, your weakness is,
You care too much,
Same to me your child.
So it flatters me,
To see a smile on your face.