To My Mother Poem by Sicelo Sithole

To My Mother



The hand that wrote history onto a dying heart
The land that raw emotion could not torn apart
The sweet bud waiting for eternity with gentleness and loving age
Is the giver of life to this hand, writing of her this short message

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Bill Cosby 19 January 2009

good to read well done

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Sicelo Sithole

Sicelo Sithole

Durban, South Africa
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