The indelible footprints of a “super woman” never fades out.
The world is yet to “witness” the magnificent city in a city set to portray the “immortal” legacies of a selfless woman; the Holy Mary City.
The city which never mourns.
If indeed “God is a woman”, Mama, I know you have paid your dues wholeheartedly to this claim.
You rest on “Mama”, but your name never rests. Your deeds, legacies and principled upbringing is what we live by today.
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You rest on but your identity never fades. You are seen in us. When you are missed, our presence comforts the weary soul.
Your “evergreen” “memories” lived, are the legacies being remembered today, as you live on.
How you used to “smile for me”, is the “therapy” I seek. Rest Well Mama.
I feel your presence everyday. The “butterflies” are the beacon of your restless soul which guides my steps and “remind me” of the greatest task ahead, the Holy Mary City.
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The city for the hopeless and homeless, destined for “the lost children”, with “diamonds dancing”.
The city void of a “fight song”, where Phlotilla can’t be “going down fighting”.
The “godly” city of the angels where “the power of the dream” is realized.
Though there’s “no place that far”, but the Holy Mary City will be “far away” from the ungodly.
Your legacies Mama, lives on as far as I Live.
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My being, purpose of living and “everything I do”, seeks to reiterate the identity of the personality I cherished most.
Your “starlight” brightens my darkest moments.
(“Tous les blues sont écrits pour toi”). It couldn’t have been anyone else, Mama. “All the blues are written for you”.
“Nobody else” has the “queen of my heart” status to live for, because, your love and affection was void of conditionality. “Thank you”, Mama.
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Until I finally ‘give up the ghost’ Mama, “people like you”, of “pure and clean” heart, will live their realistic fantasies in the Holy City, leaving traits of their indelible footprints for posterity to live on.
Rest Well Mama, the city which never mourns, haunts my deprived – two sided – angel – soul.
I’m in a haste, to “bring it on”.
Your Legacy Lives On.
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The End.
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