Paul Mwenelupembe

Respect To Wadu

If respect were God
I would say respect Wadu
For in the wrinkled life she lives
So life is rain shrinking inside
Decaying salts and sweets
and good or bad broth

If grey hairs were a queen
I would say respect Wadu
For she would stand to rule again
For she is the root of many
So over head are her days
Counting them with fingers
lipping on and off

If all grandmothers were one
I would say respect wadu
For she is a grand of many
So yesterday she took them in her arms
To day is a friend of cold
lipping off and on

If respect were God
I would say respect Wadu
For she only awaits her sunset
So onset she comes with her huge head
Lonely she climbs the mountain
Only respect she needs now

Submitted: Sunday, December 16, 2012

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Nowadays we fail to respect our grand mothers or grand fathers. Let us start to day for our existence is connected to them. They were youth like us may be more intelligent than we are to day. So the poem is all about my grand mother wadunduka. She lives in Karonga district, northern part of Malawi. Love her so much that I go and visit her during holiday times. Though her sons and daughters neglect her. They call her names, its apity indeed. In her arms I was born I grew up with her, instead I call her my mother. I respect her so much. God bless her with alittle more days that she may enjoy my success.

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