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THE FEELING

It sits in my chair
Stirring my chest like an angry woman stirs a pot of burning soup
Leaving not
Occasionally slapping its ground
Sisi, sorry
I should have known it was a call for you
But like a dummy, I thought of my seed
I won’t cry
I won’t whine
For death to get a fan to breathe
Because I know you are safe now
I won’t shout
I won’t hide
Because I know He knows what is best
Sleep well
Great one
Sleep well
Grandma
Sleep well
And wake to look after those you left behind
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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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