If I Must Go...
If I must go this soon
Make my mother an African lioness
That she sedately endures the immense loss
Of her tender favourite son
Without sealing the same sombre fate.
If I must join my valiant ancestors
In the far frightful fields
Assure me her teeming providence
And copiously grant her multiplied blessing.
If I must leave, oh Lord
Grant her a fortified heart of steel
To boldly bear it all
And the susceptible soul of a toddler
To utterly understand it all
That she was my whole wide world.
If my eventual journey is nigh
Relieve her pain with a sigh
If I must go this soon...
By Simon Njoroge
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