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Sep 2021
Dear Mama & Papa,
I am now a grown up, crying to the hustles of the world
If my childhood-ness lacked I wouldn’t be here for you never let it happen
From the berry of Mama to the laps of papa. I so miss your touch
From the cries of crawling to the laughters of my age the world all over me. I pray for your hand to teach me how to maneuver

For the blessings of who I am are the prayers you have said
For my wins are victory to you and my sins are your grief
You have bore the pain of my actions but still cherished me as your own, I thank you can’t be enough I bless the Lord for you

So now I lay in adulthood thinking how you made it with me that I am almost a burden to my self
But then I smile for you guided and still accompany me in my journeys. I feel so lucky, loved and blessed

now my heart is happier and I am focused to making you proud
A child to shine your legacy and rain blessings to the next generation
Gods glory is going to shine through me and the fruits of your labor shall be harvested to the world
For let thy tears shade over me roll through your cheeks as a fountain of smiles and let Gods blessings grow on your heads in thousands of folds of uncountable Snow White hairs of wisdom as we live to shalom the past and dance to the dawn of our family’s future Glory
#parents
#mother
#father
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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