Thursday 25 November 2021

I wrote of her long ago

 I wrote of her long ago
Now pregnant and each night 
I pray for safe keep.
Wonder I, if I would have left
Or grew deeper in her British eyes
That never slept.
God remains the only being that I adore
I have lost friends and family to my loss.
But she is well, I am glad and pray
That the good Almighty will keep her unhurt.

K.Oni

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