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I heard mother sang songs
When the sun rose in the east
I could smell hard burning woods
Early in the morning
Nearby the hut
When she called, children! Time for tea
Grated fresh coconut meat
With hot babai and saltfish
Served with reddish kamaimai
Oh! My favourite dish!
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Daddy rose early as rooster flapped his wings
His toddy ibu screamed happily
Marked the new day for duty
His handsome face with strong ribs
Provided me a wealthy home
Of love and care.
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In dreams I saw him
With doubtful eyes
His worries of today and tomorrow
Of how our well being would be
Our education and life
Our traditions and customs
To holdfast that like an ironwood
To prolong it to our new generation
From day to day
To never vanish it from sight.
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(Written by: Mrs Karibannang - School Teacher)
Categories: Poems & Rhymes
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