Mother’s Gift

When I was a child, I waited patiently
As the darkness rushes over the day
With twinkling shinning light of a
kerosene lamp burning and breaking
The silence of a lonely home
For Mum’s yummy market gift

Not frightened by the echoes
Of the hostile lonely night
The Joy of her gift kept
The spirit lifted

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