DEATH (TRIBUTE TO GRANDMOTHER)
Death which brings sorrows and pain to mankind .it has no respect on man. Neither  to the poor nor to the rich. It rubs like a thief. Day after Day ,My heart  breaks and pricks,Hearing that the dearest person in my heart is dead. Death is a silent killer,it doesn't  give permission ,it comes like a thief at night. My heart pricks cos the one i call my backbone is no more. My heart solicit for guidance,cos one  who has  been there  for me  during thick  and thorns is no more . one whom has been m