When The Bet Is Placed By You Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Can we win when the bet is placed
By you, with me just following behind?
You said luck sat on a woman's palm,
And she licked her up just yesterday.

Now you won't let me place the bet, so
I tell you we will lose and you,
Stubborn once again will say one
word, 'Well..'

You bought the winning ticket I hope,
I talk for two, for to have a mouth is to be
Burdened with the ability to say you
Were there even when the actions show,
Yours was not the action that did things
In this union of two.

I hold your hand each day so that I can,
Sturdy myself for the wind blows between
Us asking one question, how closely glued
We are when one word can send you betting
Without my input.

You walk near me and the world knows,
My bet is your bet but you never let
The bet be my bet and then you follow,
As this happens with me.

Love the horses love the racing but,
Love me too just by letting me do
It once and show what a winner we
Are, for the world does not know
That I brought two souls to the world,
And once, only once we won the bet.

I know a thing a two, like where the
Dust is behind the bookshelf, and you
Just know when you bet on our behalf
Even though the end is the same.

You will say I have a mouth for always,
All I do is talk, talk, talk when you never
Let me bet, for that is what I want
To do, repetitively, like you have and
Make the talk, talk be a bet, and bet the win.

Who misses out when luck came when I
spat on my hand and rubbed in the thought
That I itch, to come home with the winnings
Written on my face, for our kids would see
When I open the door it is a different
Day, for ours will have been the winning
Family of four?