Losing a Child

I remembered that very hot humid day. I forgot the sun shining down on the grave. I remembered a howling and a scream. I forgot the scream was coming from me. I remembered holding in my arms a soft little bundle. I forgot a lifeless body laid inside in a huddle. I remembered putting her inside the coffin. Then I saw her face and I forgot nothing I remembered, oh how I hate remembering. I forgot that all I had left of her, was remembering. I remembered burying my child in agony. I forgot she was supposed to bury and cry over me. T M Ioane.