I love people, real events;real stories.
This poem I wrote for my mother. It’s more so fitting to be published now 5 years later (since that’s how long it took me to write the squeal, but you’ll have to wait a little longer for that, what with editing and such) on the day before her 34th, 19th birthday. My Lady, Happy Birthday and I love you… That is all and I know that, that is enough.
By the age of 10
She had no mother
But what a mother she would become.
By the love of others
A job she held since 16.
A family she was
Left to provide for.
No teenage freedom had she
Yet love lived on in her heart.
She met father at 19.
Working 4 long years already.
Who knew the love would multiply
When a baby boy graced their lives.
After marriage of course,
She had to do things just right.
Control of that she had-
if having none over her schooling.
A baby girl she had along the way.
Her son, a mighty young man is he.
The baby girl was cursed.
A life of ailments
she had to struggle.
But mother taught her well.
Showing that love would conquer all.
Only a woman of strength would endure.
Her father she loved.
He left her bleeding
With her undying love for him
But no move he made.
A man of stern
Was his only call
At 44 matric was complete
Her thirst for knowledge
At 48 what a life,
She has lived
25 long years with father-they loved
But why look back?
When nothing but hope lies ahead…