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Apr 2018
Well son, I have to tell,
Yesterday, I fell,
For you,I could not yell,
Across the ocean you dwell.

On the floor I lay,
For help I pray,
The maid, she gone away,
I could not call you anyway,
Across the ocean you stay.

Arthritis hurting my bones,
Nobody hears my moans,
I cannot tell you, my own,
For I  hurt when I hold the phone.

One time my diabetes shoot up,
Doc says,"Lady, what's up?"
Too much sugar or stress,
Better take it easy and rest.
I smile and keep mum,
I can't tell him,my son I miss some,
To mama he can't come,
For he stay far from my home.

Son, you gonna know,
Mama love you so,
Visit mama once,
Over the ocean,hasten,cover the distance.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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