She was a dab hand in many things
And received beaming from many satisfied mouths
Until that cataclysmic rendezvous for good
Saw her losing her capable tools.
With no ‘lings’ on her hands,
She tries her best to maintain her smile
And be no burden
Respect must be given to who respect is due
Bow in respect,
Bow in honour,
Bow in appreciation,
Bow in love,
And close your ditch which stinks of hatred
It is unfortunate she had none of your beginner’s luck
But such blessings need no self pity induced by stares of words
Which resonate to detonate heads.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 