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CONFESSION ON MY GRANDMOTHER’S GRAVE: Mosela Kgomo

with this emptiness and burning pain
with no happiness only tears my eyes contain
no joke can remedy the injury I sustain
never will your smile be life’s entertain
your passing left within me an emotional vain
in my heart it will remain glued like a stain

in life they say things happens for a reason
for your departure we have not found a meanin’
like any one of us you had a mission
dreams to fulfill, lives to take care of with passion
with love, with care with no exception

with one hand on the heart and head bowed
silent death defeated us, our joy was bowled
CONFESSION ON MY GRANDMOTHER'S GRAVE by Mosela Kgomo

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