My Wife Poem by Mazwi Sedibe

The day dawns with you
In mind, and dusk leaves with a memory of you
Captured in the last twilight of the year
With the first rain drop of the year
Comes the tear of joy bearing with
It the long preserved hope of meeting you
The lost hope of not meeting you dries with
The last rain drop of the year

The ripple arrayed dunes of the desert
Prove to me that you never left
The cold breeze from the Caucasus
Prove to me that you were never here

Our home awaits empty on the hill of optimism
Our marriage bed is defiled
Because I am in here and you are out there
My wife come to me now, because of all prayers said
You are the answer to all matrimonial queries

Letters of my wandering love have been written
And sent desperately to unknown addresses
The replies were temporarily fulfilling
I still want to hear from you

Walks on the vacation beaches are two feet only,
My wife bring yours, even if it's a tiny tip toe, it matters not
The small boulevard boutique's window dresses
Really look good on your contemplated physique
I only bought two of them for you
I wonder if they will fit you

My wife when will I get to meet you?
My wife I long to see you
My wife I wonder how I will feel
When I eventually get to meet you
Oh my! will I know you
When I eventually get to meet you