Dear Messenger
Her heart is no longer normally pumping,
We were told her life is at stake,
She's slowly breaking,
'Though, she's holding on for peace sake!
Her breath is shortened,
Mentally, she's unstable!
Our wish; Is for all to go as per prayer planned.
Dear messenger...
Pass him her greetings,
Her days are limited,
Her hours are being counted,
Tell him all she utters is his arrival...
She hardly walks,
She barely eats,
She does less talk to her folks,
Doctor said, 'Death in her is preparing a seat'.
Dear messenger,
Tell him she needs him,
Not in a distance,
But way, face to face
Her recovery is critical,
Her pain is emotional not only physically,
Dear messenger,
Tell him only he can save her by paying a visit.
Written by: Keitumetse Mokhahlane
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