Sunday, 29 January 2017


"When I met your mother",
Said my father,
"She was different, like no other.
I wouldn't ever trade her for another. 

Glorious she was, modest and kind.
A woman with a kind, loving heart,
In any other, I would never find.
I knew that, right from the start.

When I met your mother, my world,
lit up with the love of a strong woman.
Listen to me son, and take my word,
A strong woman's love grows a man." 

"When I Met Your Mother"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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