Funny Gods Of Yesteryear Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

They had me praying a hole
In the ground my hands on my
Back facing heaven ready
To receive from them the gifts
Of life for I knew life had
Not been fair in giving me no
Father who had the latest car
For when other dads brought my
Class mates to the boarding house
I looked on hiding in a corner
Envious like the moon envies the
Sun for shining brighter.

Now I see I needed to know lack
For it makes my day to stretch
A hand to others the way my friends
Did in earlier days. Now we laugh
At how we were daughters of the
Widow whose mite got lost for we
Did find it in the offering
She made and gave it back. Now
We thank the funny gods of yesteryear.