She grabbed me roughly from my child sleep
And threw me on her back like a sack of mealies
She used to carry from the fields.
Her back was knotted with the hump in her heart
I look at you and I can see sadness on your face
I can feel the weight of the goodbye upon your shoulders
Your eyes brim with tears of farewell
And I ask myself, Why?
What kind of a person are you, or may I say animal?
Anyway, will it help even if I knew?
Will it take away this hatred I feel for you?
Will it bring back those loved ones?
Little man child grow up
Stop moaning and feeling sorry for yourself
Remember the world doesn’t owe you anything
You owe it to the world because
Precious, how precious?
Like a diamond you are so beautiful
Yet like that precious stone you are so cold.
From afar you look so vulnerable
The old man was at it again
splashing paint all over the western sky
and like a pre-school child
He was gleefully mixing different colours on the sky board
The tone was set
To the artistic beauty of the candle lit splashpool
With the firefly and Chinese lighting in the backdrop
The night was accommodating
You wake up to a glorious morn
To a cheerful song of the birds
The clear skies sighing in the acknowledgement
Of a magnificent day to be
Words, Words, Words,
Why is it when I need you,
You deny me of your presence?
Why is it when I want to touch you