MISSY Missy takes the steps And walks to centre stage For a moment she looks down Then takes a breath And starts to sing in praise Missy’s voice brings forth A tune soft and pure Pain-filled words from her lips Choke up the place Leave not one eye dry Missy sings and says farewell To her mama By disease turned into someone else But still her mama And gone too soon Missy sings biting back the tears To greet a future on her own Through the months the years Missy sings Sings her blues and makes it sound like rock © Ann-Elize Petersen, 2010 Comments Comments are closed. | 
I am an arts administrator and writer living in Cape Town. Most of my writing consists of business documentation for small organisations, but I also write the odd opinion piece and poetry. When I am not writing I like to spend time with my family and friends, watch a movie, listen to music, walk and read lots.
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