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An Ode to my Grandmother-Jane Mvula

[This is an advanced version of a poem
that I wrote on the 5th of February 
2008,
titled "The 15th of June" in
commemoration to my late 
Grandmother,
Jane Mvula]
_______An Ode To My Grand(Mother)__ 
______
15 June 1918, was when God birthed
the graceful one, Annie,
to bring life to You
Ten + 15 June 1948
15 + fifteen years later
was when God loved and gave His only 
son
to give life to You.
An Anchor was born
Five + 15 years later
15 June 1968
marked the day of Your wombs 
explosion
You occupied a priceless feminine
occupation
You magnified God's expedition
of duplicating creation
when You carried my mother into the
world
Jane, beloved one
God is gracious
To have seen You create
an esteemed one
the transporter of my body
my bearer, Catherine
I cannot to write but try and speak in
simple words
as You had a courageous spirit
A fierce vessel
Mam' Jane You were a Mother to All
My Grandmother was a nanny
Mam' Jane was a maid to many
She was a maid of order
Made in Sophiatown
Maid from from Soweto
Mam' Jane wasn't made for many
She was made from Annie
A Woman of God
Not to just any
... But for me
I remember your kindness
I miss your loving heart
I remember that 1st pot when I burned
Pap and Gravy... Just for you
I was just 11 *smiles*
I still recall those birthday parties
She'd buy a wristwatch for me
Even fix a broken one as a present
They meant the world for me
And She meant worlds to me
Not just for any
... But for me
She was my mother
my mother's usher
the love usherer
I still remember how You loved Isqo
(beer
concoction/ sorghum beer)
I still remember how You danced to 
MaBrrr
And how much You loved her songs
I'm sorry Mama
It was too late for You and her
15 June 2004
Marks the day toxic concoctions took 
Your
heart, soul, mind and body in mortal
concursions
and made them in loving memory
invitations
I still remember that day
June 16
the day my mother got a call while we
preparing to visit You,
but death came to visit You before us 
the
day before
Annie didn't see death before
Not Just for many
she buried what she reaped
A fruit that was fruitful
It's June 15 the year 2014
and it will mark a decade since You've
been gone
Time chanting charades to my mind, 
heart
and soul that you're gone
Your anchor has dropped
Yet it will still be part of me
I wish You could see me age
watch me being taken in marriage
And make You proud
As I sing these sin-keen odes aloud
Bon Voyage - while I sale on
Not just for many...
But for You
-GSM, #Sandra_The_Nurt urer


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Mother, Grandmother, Guide and Friend

As a child, I didn't understand,
The love that fills my mother’s hand.

In a childhood world,
Everything is carefree,
Your eyes are wide open,
Yet you do not see.

In a motherhood world,
Things can get pretty insane,
Every day comes with joy and pain.

Teaching your child new things,
Dreaming of what tomorrow brings.

Leaving days of pig tales and nursery rhymes,
Loosing Seconds and minutes of these precious times.

Now, with children of my own,
Mother, your feelings are not alone.

Only now do I understand,
Feeling helpless to times demand.

Mother, I just didn't realize,
How I looked in your eyes.
33 years gone in a whirl,
Yet I know you still see your little girl.

I love you Mother.
More than you know.
I know it was hard letting me go.

My childhood life was wrapped up in you,
But my adult life holds something new.

Growing up so fast and free,
I felt your eyes always watching me,
I didn't have to worry,
Because I knew you'd be there.
Now my own children feel MY stare.

Never knowing that in my heart,
I feel the sadness awaiting their future depart.

For one day, I will have to say good bye,
Just as you did with my sisters and I.

But with this sadness, there is happiness too,
For they will always need me,
Just as I will always need you.

My childhood is over but my need for you will never end,
You are a Mother, Grandmother, Guide and Friend.


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The Strongest Women I Know

Grandma means so much more then what it says in the dictionary.
It should say wise, intelligent, strong women.
Amazing, loving, and very kind hearted women.
The go to girl in times of trouble, get great advise, and just vent for hours.
She will be proud of you as long as you try your best, and she will tell you what direction to go when you fall on you ass.
My grandma is the best, the best in the world. Ill love her forever, then a little more.
I just want to say thank you for all that you have done.
I have loved every part of it. even though sometimes I was wrong.
Happy mothers day, Mamaw.
We need a grandmas day too, so the entire day can be just about you. 
I hope you have a good day, full of smiles and happiness.
I Love You, Mamaw and You Are The Bestest.


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BLACK IS ROYALTY

When a black woman love
she loves deeply.
She cares truly.
When she touch;
with tenderness.
Whenever she listen;
always filled with compassion.
 
Whom she respects;
that she adores!
She never judge;
she supports!
Will always have your back;
she is crazy loyal!
She never gives up on 'em;
she takes care of her own.
 
Whenever she is around
her presence is definitely felt.
It's the simple thing she does
and the way she does them;
her smile,
her gaze,
how she rolls her eyes,
play with her hair...
haha!
Not to mention how she effortlessly  transforms
a house to a home.
 
they say black don't cracK;that's true!
Is  bolD and beautifulL; definitely!
Absolutely phenomenaL;i concur!
But am here to declare
Black is royaltY,
so is a Black womaM!


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Love for gramma

Love for gramma
True Love for Gramma
I said to my mother I want to go to Gramma's house.
She said, not today!
I was attempting to walk but with no luck.
I would ride my bike, but it's just a trick.
I can't drive a car it's too far.
I took a box and went inside to cry I want to see Gramma's house.
Momma heard the cry.
When she just opens the box, I said mail me to Gramma's house


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My childhood


My childhood was fun, 
tough and exciting.
My childhood was one 
where there wasn't much fighting.
This was my childhood.

My childhood was filled
with family and friends.
My childhood was filled 
with love that tied up loose ends.
This was my childhood.

My childhood came
with a grandmother that cared.
When she left me
I remembered all the times we shared.
This was my childhood.

My childhood was filled 
with classwork and homework.
My childhood was filled 
with parents who hated work.
This was my childhood.

My childhood was filled
with fun in the hood, 
and food that tasted like Campbell's, 
'Umm Umm Good! '
This was my childhood.

My childhood was filled
with tricycles and bicycles.
My childhood was filled 
with popsicles and Dill pickles.
This was my childhood.

My childhood was filled
with lots of happy holidays.
Holidays that aren't
just the same nowadays.
This was my childhood.

Now my childhood 
has become nothing but memories, 
But all the good times 
will live on within me.
This was my childhood.


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Grandmother

Grandmother By Saiful Haq:
Skinny Skin Bloomed with Wrinkles,
Overshadowing her dimples,
Staring with Aghast Eyes,
Expressing herself in a fatuous Noise.

Credulous to lavish promises,
Melodramatic to laziness,
Pertinacious in her religious beliefs ,
Punctiliously attending her colleagues.

Torpidly trekking with a wooden stick,
Very Prone to being sick,
Showering her blessings diligently,
Is the patriotic head of Our family.


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Gramma's House

Gramma's house.
Gramma's is a large and brown.
With flowers all around.
Long green steps to the pouch.
With chairs three to spare.
As you enter you can smell 
All the nice things she do have.
She bakes in her kitchen. 
A sweet apple for you and I. 
It's nice to go to Gramma's house.
She lives at the end of the lane


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just want to start off by saying, we all know the dangers of drugs and alcohol, there is this one substance though, just one that you have to be 18 or older to buy. I am talking about “The Cancer Stick” better known as cigarettes. Most of the older people in my family and others also smoke cigarettes like its nothing at all, I never realized it caused cancer until older years, but when I found out it was too late, many of my family members developed lung cancer including my close grandmother. That woman would smoke a pack of cigarettes in the snap of a finger, but the thing is she has been doing it for over 20years I would assume. The day I found out she was dying of the disease I was not surprised, but yet she is my grandmother so I felt great sorrow. When she passed it shook my soul, but we know we must move on. The thing that boggles my mind is that the government regulates these substances knowing the dangers, and what do you get a large number of statistics on the deaths of those related to legal drugs, ex: alcohol, prescription drugs, cigarettes etc. But if it makes profit distribute it right? The death of my grandmother along with the death of my great aunt both due to that cancer stick, has changed my mindset drastically on the way things are set up in our system, I wish I was able to talk to my grandmother and aunt one last time, one last time to tell them to put that killer down and resist that mentality, but I couldn’t, why? Because they are addicts, it would take strong support, but see we didn’t have good family support. So unfortunately helping my grandmother mentally was a fail.


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Lost Valentine

“She was mine” was all he thought
His spark was gone, forever had seemed so long
The gleam in his eye, dulled as days went by
He’d been trying hard to carry on, she was two months gone
He could no longer cry, all life was now, was a lie
His sadness growing deeper, as the world continued to fly by
His girl was gone now, his reason and purpose no longer around
For years he cared, he couldn’t show, but those actions spoke louder than any words 
she would’ve known
His poor tired soul began to appear on his face
His heart numb from losing the one love that who with, his life had begun
Now it was his time to start, for in his heart, he knew……
They wouldn’t be far apart.

                                                    Dedicated to the memory of my Grandparents
                                                      William Lee Neeland Sr. 02/22/27 – 07/10/04
                                                     Pauline Sue Neeland         07/27/46 - 12/24/03
with all my love, #2


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