26 September
26 September a mother was born,
From the same cloth on 26 September she birthed a son,
I remember how we be mad at each other, amazing how silence resolved every difference we shared,She was the left part of my heart and I her right, but she's gone now,
I get reminded of that every night, dreams,
She is no more, tatoo tears cracking the crust of this mortal heart, time and memories not always healing,
I remember that smile ordinary, it brought happiness extra-ordinary to many faces,
Traces of your former life instilled in everyone u touched with your kindness,how death took such a soul is madness,
26 September, I'm not yet born,
Mom is delivering both death and life,
Her life for mine, do u expect me to celebrate such a day? Cursed.
Every memory scarred, every scar immortally opened until death finally sends me an invitation into forever,
for there I can enjoy the reunion with the earth that gave birth to this breath
Copyright © Jeremia Letswalo | Year Posted 2015
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