My Lioness

She can’t get her to shut up Her screams are excruciating- She bounces her She only kicks the more She braves the dark cold night of the 1997 wet season- But the other only screams the louder Nothing pleases the tinny toddler she holds. Its now right about 5am- She’s been doing this for theContinue reading “My Lioness”

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