My happiest memory

When she let out her first cry I was relieved.The wait was finally over.Her fingers were so small.She struggled to open her eyes and she had a father’s eyesNot forgetting my ears ‘hombe dzakatiza musoro‘. As I watched her, tears wet my cheeks.When I held her for the first time I was happy.She was myContinue reading “My happiest memory”

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