Without Say.

 

All day all night

Jamoora is in the sight

Of Mami dear praying by his bed.

Tormenting thoughts fill her head:

 

Oh Jamoora, that boy who strives

To keep his little family alive,

But with the blood in his heart turning gray,

Would he be able to last another day?

 

The flow of blood in his tubes have blocked,

But does that mean they shall be mocked,

For the in the Church congregation, miracles unfold

So Mami has truly a story to behold.

 

‘Oh heart disease, over a million!’ Mami cries out

‘Why are you so wicked?’ she truly had to shout

Then she shall cry out to our GOD Almighty

And remember that He alone is worthy.

 

Hoping that soon,

One day at night or noon,

Her young boy would rise,

From his mat to move and thrive