That Man Is Brave Poem by MAREME PETER KGWETE

He came out of the blue,
He had everything I need,
He held me like a mother to a child,
he pushed me where I stacked,
he held me when I fell,
Here I am shiny of his love,
when the rain fall he is my umbrella,
Oh the man is brave.
His hands are a habit to many like sweet home,
He has love,
the man is so kind,
his voice because of his words is so sweet like a lullaby.
He suffered and risked his life for my happiness.
That man has patience,
His efforts needs my applause.