Beautiful

Beautiful ……Even then you were beautiful. I watched you grow An angel you were, Love of people and adventure was your fortitude. A quality many did not possess. I watched you grow older Even more pretty you became, An angel to be reckoned with. A man by default,in your life appeared. Something you could never have control over. I watched you grow older and drained. Cuts on your hands were noticeable, Your eyes were a mask of anger and betrayal. Distant and cold was your sudden field of expertise Even then, my dear you were beautiful. I watched you grow older and bitter. Hate speech was all you mastered. Your hate for men grew from nowhere, Hate for your own blood was also imminent. But my dear, even then you were beautiful. I watched you grow older and angrier. No one understood you, you said. No one would ever understand,you professed. We tried to ask, we tried to break the ice. In your state, my dear you were still beautiful. I watched you grow older and thinner. Scared you became. When a caring man came into your life. Angel, you called him. A knight you adored. Even then, my sweet you became more beautiful. I watched you grow wiser and stronger. A tragedy of a life, you said. A blessing in disguise, you prayed and cried. I’m thankful, you always said. Even then you glowed with beauty my darling. I watched you grow wiser and wiser I watched you teach young molested and rape victims. I once was bitter and angry like you, you said. I felt betrayed you see, by a man; Who was safely plucked under my mama’s wings I watched you sob, I watched you smile. A man saw the beauty beyond my scars, you continued. A man loved me beyond my sufferings and wrong doings. A man saw the hurt, the pain, anger but still knew; Even when I was at my worst; I was still beautiful. I watched you become fulfilled. A wife, a mother, a teacher. I watched you my child, I did. And I hope you forgive me, For I can’t say much more from where I am. As long as you know my child that you are always beautiful. © Herzel Poshiwa