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