• Lorna Ilena Bussue

In Honour of Birthday Celebrant, My daughter, Nanndi Bussue. BE TRUE TO YOURSELF

In the midst of my peculiar circumstance

God sent you my dear

When I was in dire conflict with myself

But there was never a question

Of my love for you

Which swelled my heart

So pure and true

At times I foolishly vent my futility

In a direction not deserving of you

Which made me cry and pray

From a torn, wrenched soul

Where I plead

You have blossomed though

Into all you are

Blessed from birth

As a shining star

I am sorry for the pain

You have borne

As the daughter I asked for

And much more

An ode to a mother's prayer

And a blessing

In fulfillment of an Almighty plan

You have a sensitive nature

And God given wisdom

Beyond your years

To sustain yourself

Even as the tears flow

In the presence of a numb tongue

As we bore our pain

In the throes of regret

I am mighty proud though

Of the fine lady you have become

And the best mom too

A child could ever know

I am thankful

You have taken your place

Among the women who care

And empathy can share

With those who strive to survive

In this unfair world of ours

You have learned

That Earth will only be

What we have given

To make it so

Your love and understanding therefore

Helped me to the path I now tread

If it were not for your presence

I shudder to think

What might have been

Keep walking boldly ahead

You have travelled

Amongst sharp rocks

And hurtful thorns

But what ever you do in this life, hence

I pray you remain true to yourself

And always remember

I pray of you

There is nothing that can replace my love for you

Happy Birthday, Nanndi


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