WHEN A MOTHER WAS BORN

I know the heavens were busy
They were busy preparing for the feast of loving
For the heavens and earth
Even Satan might have been invited
To grace the occasion and see for himself
The arms to soothe all;
All his pain inflictions in hearts of children
Children in Dzifa’s zone
So all unborns clapped
Thanking God for their zone leader
I know
Because I was part
Your words touched deeply my core
Your loving, blesses profoundly my heart
Your living, simple and apt,
Curse to fleeing all pain
Why won’t I jubilate for such a remembrance?
The God who blessed
Will continue blessing
Until blessing beds you
On its highest throne
For angelic voices to whisk you
To wherever fairness in congratulations reign
Happy birthday Auntie Dzifa
Blessings always
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Tags ABLA DZIFA GOMASHIE, POETRY.

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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