before the clack of dawn ,day by day scrutinized the sun escape the clouds and when they clouds covered it but no change ,I thought that maybe the work was too arduous for her or maybe should have left it for me i would have not minded,the mist and fog 🌫️ when the 🌞 sun has escaped the sky and for us still sleeping in,get what to put in the belly from the farm,here by chasing cattle to set to the fields,what mother didn't know it could reach to that point,she never sat nestly, makes out that the chicken to be fed ,oh ! what a marvelous woman and a benevolently she was ,dispite the fact that he had left to the underground and his soul nolonger to sight,she still managed to take care of us .May be mother felt sorry or not ,taking care of her health were her last thoughts. i don't know or rather wonder will she take her last breath today or tomorrow,the red sky shows up it's visibility ,i Wonder how to manage later alone survive though she's still breathing, it's more like I have already lost her for ever
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BY ZAHARAH MAZZI Golooba .