Sesethu (“Ours”)…

Our time has come, we all draw near,

Our precious Sesethu will come this year.

A brand new, tiny, beautiful life,

Entering a brand new world of strife.

She’ll learn with us, through turmoil and pain;

Learn the best splashing puddles come after rain.

She’ll learn to dance and learn to sing;

Oh, the life and joy she’ll bring.

She’ll learn that life belongs not to one;

That we need each other to share the fun.

She’ll learn not I, nor me, nor you,

But rather ours, our precious Sesethu.


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