I think I lost my purpose
but not on purpose.
I tried asking my mummy
who only found it funny.
Could my purpose be trotting with the pups?
Or hiding among the buttercups?
I asked the charcoal seller
who was a good storyteller.
I ran to the zoo
but there was nothing to do.
Maybe I shall find it up on the hill,
if I stand still.
Silly me, there’s no hill!
If only I had a purse
where I could safely keep my purpose.
I walked up to daddy
who brought me a big teddy.
Then he said, “You will find your purpose
when you’re big enough to buy a purse
and a huge teddy
for your baby.”
With that in mind,
I swayed into dreamland.
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Ainembabazi Lindah is a budding writer who is currently exploring the world of poetry and essay writing. Her passion for writing has led her to participate in various writing competitions, where she has earned notable prizes. Through writing, she hopes to share her voice with others, connect with readers, and keep growing as a writer. Lindah loves reading, learning to code, and networking during her free time.
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