The Letter I've Given To Joy Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

The letter I've given to Joy

You might be familiar,
Familiar with her.

She's the lady with an African afro hair,
In colour, she's fair
She's not tall nor short,
Her height is balanced.

From our corner shack,
Count to the right, she lives in the fifth house.

Her yard is full of flowers,
Tall trees, like towers
She has twotwin girls,
And three adopted boys.

She's a lawyer,
Business woman, who own three supermarkets.

She's also a soloist,
She's a guitarist,
She's passionate about music,
She's my only best friend and will always be.

She's the same lady,
Lady whom you'll get the money I left for you.

You may be wondering about your father,
He's left for Sweden,
Has disappeared to America,
With all riches, he's left me to die in poverty.

He said he hates me,
Me with all his heart, but you deserve to know him.

Pay her a visit,
Sister Joy,
She has the truth, and all in the...
The letter I've given to Joy.

Keitumetse Mokhahlane
@2019