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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