A Letter To My Late Grandma
(In fond memory of Mrs Baraedi Samuel)
And in the telling told;
When night's deeps are yet to be old,
You'll give a bold theme, 'grandma!
of your days faded and long gone
In history's whetted holders your days cold!
But your stories are still of grand interest to mould
the remnants of Leteng in ways you told,
We fold them well rolled__
In our inffable insides we long engraved them for keeps!
And we cannot wait anymore to meet you again, 'grandma!
In the afterlife hopefully;
We'll not divvied by the black linings between netherworld and nirvana,
We will surely see you again, 'grandma!
And through Modimo's civility we pray,
When we meet; with us you'll stay,
So you too can look on the progress we've made__
with fathers long gone in the unknown gone!
But a lot has happened ever since you gone, 'grandma!
Lefedile and Gabobintshiwe took that same path of honour too,
I hope you with them where you are, 'grandma!
And though i never met Uncle Benson;
I heard of his passing in recent times...
And I wish him a rest more peaceful.
Mogo has grown; a strong man now,
I and brother Oree still holding on tight,
For better or worse we remain as one to seek the light
When the silver lining come out beneath dark clouds high.
The twins are now beautiful; flawless women!
Mum was ill for a minute but she is all right now,
Obiditswe and the rest of the family are doing just fine__I guess...
And we pray to stay as firm in such unity going foward!
A lot we still have to talk about, 'grandma!
But not now__In the afterlife hopefully;
We'll not be riven by the black linings between a nightmare and the blisses
We miss you grandma!
Yours by blood
Mpho Leteng
Copyright © Mpho Leteng | Year Posted 2015
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