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IN MY MOTHER’S ARMS

In my mother’s cradling arms

I felt no shams

In the whips of the cold

I felt the warms

In the whips of tears

I felt the hurting heart

My earthly maker

My lovely smiler

My carrier

Blessings to you

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014download

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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