Mother’s Day
Palesa Morailane8 May 20221 min read
Hi mama, I know it’s late. And I had an inner debate, about what to say on this very day. I found it more important to let you know, that I’m thankful for helping me grow.
There are things you know without me saying, help me through situations some left you paining. But I’m grateful that you never sent me out on the pavement. Even found ourselves in difficult times of bereavement.
No words could ever relay the extent to which I appreciate you.
I know we don’t talk often & I’m very seldom open.
Even though by now I hoped we’d be regularly talking.
You love me back to you.
Hold me close let me know, I never need to feel the cold.
Although I’m grown, I hope God keeps you till I’m old. I hope and pray that as you lay God shows you mine & His heart, for very soon you’ll enjoy life more than you did from the start.
May He preserve & keep you. In Him, you should remain because He’ll never leave you nor foresake you, Yes indeed He sustains, even those who’s lives have left a heavy, thick stain. God bless you and keep you. Mama just know that I love you. May God heal, bless, reward & restore you. Thank you for the sacrifices you survived it. Now it’s time to get & live more in God’s blessings ❤️.
I am discovering me. Figuring out who it is that I want to be. Flowetic at times, poetic though my lines won't always rhyme. Beyond a star, although never a mime. I am kind, I'm ambitious, self-driven and free-spirited shoo-in. I have followed, flipped heads from tails, now I'm ready to lead. Ready to heed to my calling. Inspired to explore my creative nature, through interacting and learning about the different forms of art. Living in the present and excited for the future. My focus right now is void of credentials, I choose potential~Kinetically, it's what makes us influential.
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