Oh! Carry me back
To the womb that was my home
Where I used to lie in blissful contentment
With nary a worry to my soul.

Oh! Put me back
To those breasts that fed me
Where I never had to worry
Where my next meal would come from
But with tenderness and care
My pangs of hunger were satisfied.

Oh get me back
Into those arms that used to hug and hold,
With such gentleness and warmth
With a love so divine and true, a love so heavenly and free
I can still remember, that back that used to carry me,
Comfortably rocking me into a dreamless slumber
Resting my young heart, whilst the world went by.

Those were the days, when at my cry and call
My woman used to come a-running
Cooing words of comfort, singing sweet songs a-lullaby.
Those were the days of freedom
The days of a spirit nourished, natured for destinies to come
From a woman of strength and steel
A woman with love unsurpassed
Oh! How I miss you woman
Yes I miss you mother

Mpho Petrus Manwedi

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