Simple joys we shared together.
It was love and simply love.
I grew up in her care.
She built up a heaven
for me in our poor hut.
We ate together
plantains and wild fruits.
We drank tea from
our earthen pot.
We were healthy and happy.
Mummy, I miss you.
I miss you a lot.
Come to me to pour
water on my body
and clean me from guilt.
Now I am in a big city
earning money
selling myself.
In my lonely moments
I think of your love
And cry bitter tears.
Mummy, please come.
Pour water on me
to clean me from my guilt.
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