The Cheerful Moment

Too weary to walk
Her feeble feet , though fairly
Strolling to the field, no shock
Although her legs seemed weary
She kept cheering
Her best team winning

At noon almost darkness
Dim but no candle
The players kept firmness
Their referee too gentle
Nobody made a complain
Grandma was always happy

Oh ! What a sudden moment
Grandma too silent to chant
Her belly almost bent
Too sad , no sign, almost blunt
Grandma is gone
Just at the middle of the field
Game over !

Francis Omariba
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