Mum's Little Baby Boy Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

Mum's Little Baby Boy



While her pains lasted all the eight and one month
She drowned in deep shire until my birth

And whetted her strength with fury so bright
She headed straight down right

And felt she was swiftly moved endlessly
She forgotten all in all the rocky Clichy intensely

Sweated for once on an edge of something and calmed
Fought with struggle and behold

They chanted mum's little baby boy is born
And so is today between joy and happiness torn

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Amos Christopherson Masereka

Amos Christopherson Masereka

Kyambogho I- Bwera- Kasese- Uganda.
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