Treasure Island

Musa Ndhlovu

(1994 April 04 / SOUTH AFRICA MPUMALANGA)

Happy Birth Day Mama


Joy was boiling in me; it was too
Much. I wanted to shear it with
An unknown soul which I never met,
But I somehow saw from a distance.
Not in all days, just once in a year
Comes the day which is worth smiling
More than others. I thought once and
I concluded before I even finished,
My ways of making myself smile, are
Generated by the smiles I see before
Me. I, calling it the true heart medicine.
The only one that can be constructed by
Just good words from the heart, saying
Nothing but; happy birth day Mama

Submitted: Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 13, 2013

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