Memories

Watching serenely as they both traipse thru' Knowing how life without them would just never do, Cautiously I assess their haphazard games Mentally capturing memories 'tween frames, Recalling their births which seem like yesterday I grow forlorn for many long lost a day, With each passing moment my adoration grows tenfold As I grasp in wonderment at my progeny like gold, I hope and I pray that my health endures To proudly watch as my son matures, And to witness my daughter as she chastises her own for attempting the very things that cause her to now moan, How I applaud my mum for all she has done I thank her for each and every one The warnings ,the laughter . . . and yes, even the tears Through all the memoryfilled days, months and years This poem of mine has been selected in the semi finals of Lentswe(The voice) in my province, and I will now go on to the finals later this year. Winning would mean exposure for myself as a poet.