Watching Over My Son Poem by Tinashe Mupedzapasi

Watching Over My Son



Up from a mountain top
There stood a troubled man
Barely shaking, only but by wind
Wonder, what kind of a man so doeth

I am watching over my son says he
I have my heart upon him
I have my arrow on the bow
I am watching over my son

Saturday, January 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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