LLM Mbatha

Rookie (kwa-Zulu, SA)

Hailstone Food - Poem by LLM Mbatha

My father loved the rain
Rain with hailstones
Twenty years gone past
When green and blue
Was all I knew
No red of blood
Nor ‘supreme’ of white
Nor ‘beauty’ of black
Just green and blue and love
It rained with hailstones
White stones from heaven
My father knelt down
On wet September grass
His head to the sky
Few stones in his hands
My father said
‘‘Thank you Lord for hailstone food! ”
I recall less of other days
When it didn’t rain
Perhaps such days were spent
Patiently waiting to say
“Thank you Lord for hailstone food! ”
Twenty years long wait
Four hearts waiting, breaking
My father waiting, breaking
Waiting! ?
But every body waited for him
I think my father never knew
About the power within him
To make the rain fall
Down once again
And hailstones to scatter
His September lawn
I know now
He was a patient man
Yesterday I dug a hole
And I closed a chapter
With all my childhood’s tears
I put my father in the ground
Funny this:
As the body went down
The clouds began collecting
As the sand filled the hole
The rain began to fall
And as we left the site
White stones scattered the land


Comments about Hailstone Food by LLM Mbatha

  • Rookie gone gone (1/16/2007 10:33:00 PM)

    Lungelo....a beautiful poem....how loving and respectful a way to say goodbye and to hold the treasure of your father's memory forever in your heart.....




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  • Veteran Poet - 1,758 Points Sean North (1/12/2007 3:25:00 PM)

    so moving and lovely, what a lovely tribute to ur dad..... i will never see hail the same again...Lungelo..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 6, 2010


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