I LIKE MY MOM

I like my mom, she’s love
The morning milk splash
In my dear loving porridge
The pudding and the cake
Of last year birthday
In all these she’s the delight

Bedtime stories, she’s also
Author—the very best untold
I love her fairy lands and the
Characters from old Bimbo
The little swindling hero
To Violet, the fairy born of flower
He charming eyes that flies roses
And brightest stars

She calls me sweet—she calls me
Darling, she calls me naught
When I lick my plate in satisfaction
She gives me honey—she gives me
More care, when I’m sick I need no
Nurse I did rather prefer my bed
And let her do the nursing

I like my mom, she’s compassion
The tear drops from my dad’s scolding
With her palm gently weeping away
And the embrace by her softly bosom
Makes me ache for my babyhood time
To suck her breast and fall asleep

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About Ephraim-Leo Chaparadza

A Zimbabwean who've fled from his country due the perils it was facing, the basic reason that first came in my mind when i've decided to fled was the condition of my two loved ones, sister and ageing grandmother, i wanted the best for them and to seek the means to expose my talent. Believe me, i've got worlds to share, i know life to a great sophisticated standard, though my english is not quite accurate, with the help of all on this site i'm positively sure i'll pull up. My father was a builder in the Rural areas of Murehwa in Zim, he passed away when i was five and that's how i got seperated from my mother when she returned to her first husband. And i was left in the hands of my aunt, she was a loving and one of the good role model of my life, she followed my father when i was eleven, and i was left in the hands of her children.I had to be passed from family to another and life wasn't quite good at all, i find it very hard to make peace with myself. For more about mylife, i'm on progress of my autobiography titled (The other border jumper). I've came to SA three times through risk means (under the spare wheels of trucks) due my conditon of not having anything to buy me a visa, this is the only choice i had. The third time is this, i've never been home after i've lost my grandma, work being a problem in Pretoria i've decided to come to Cape Town, with an aim to find a ship and sail away, but that wasn't God's plan. In the street i joined a Church (Christ Embassy) it was of great inspiration than any church i've attended before. A friend i met in this Church refered me to a project called Mylife (http://www.mylife.org.za/ ) The main task of the project is this, it empowers youth and children, especially from the street, role modelling and equiping them to be the caregivers of the future. This is where i'm staying now, where i've learned to use computers, and a lot more other things and i'm grateful.

Posted on May 26, 2010, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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