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Sep 2016
I dreamt of father,
He confided, he was dying.
Mother Mercy watched on,
All knowing,
As he & I embraced...

Through a whisper,
I cried
“I love you”...

Never have I held one so tightly,
As I did last night.


**© Qwey.ku
Qweyku
Written by
Qweyku  Wiase
(Wiase)   
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