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A Samaritan by choice

I always remember those happier moments
When I use to smile with my grandmother Ruth
She was a sympathy-bearer, loving and caring
Greatly desiring to hear her voice again

Remember when she admitted
“I will leave you one day,
And head towards heavenly way”
What kind of joke causes no laugh?

She discovered the way I could walk on
I graced her heels like a chick
I ran away from birds of prey
Rested under her wings and hide

Those who had kids loved her
For the love of their infants’ medicines
She was loving and caring
Very kind to every mankind.

Where is that kindness and caring today?
Whose beautiful heels we should grace again?
O my granny, love and kindness in your heart has exploded
Goodwill in your heart has abode

When an angel passed my way
I lifted my tearful eyes upon the mountains
But I didn’t see her coming back again
And 27th August became fearful ever since.

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This poem is about my grandmother who was close to me in the days of my growing up, teaching me everything

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Written on August 30, 1996

Submitted by lwazi_m on September 13, 2021

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My name is Lwazi Praiseworth Mgulwa from Kamastone Village; Whittlesea. I am from a family passionate about writing and exploring different phenomena. As a village boy I grew up being taught to live by guiding principles which made me to be who I am now. I was made to understand the situation of my home and the entire family lines, respect, caring, loving, showing mercy and living in hope even in hopeless situations. The beautiful mountains of my beautiful land have brought something for me to write about. I have met good people along the way and have made friends out of them. Writing has become part in my life, a gift from Creator. Even when I would see myself in the wilderness I know that I will never be alone. Jah bless my family who motivated me to move even further than this step. I therefore show some honour and maximum respect unto them equally. more…


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