Childhood At Grandma's
At grandma's we played with
mud
Ate sweets that gave us cavities
And my cousins were my best
buddies
Granny would make pap, white
and soft
Served with wors
(sausages) that made everyone's
mouth water, even mum.
We'd gather around a fire
''making maize magic'' we'd say
As we braai maize and vleis
(meat)
Before the fire dies Gogo
(granny)
Makes her legendary vetkoeks,
A delight to enjoy for days.
Sometimes we' climb the mango
trees
As the thrill intrigued us, for it
was dangerous
The bees would buzz and we
just ran
But Gogo awaited at the kitchen
door
With a belt to give a hiding
But we would cry before she
punishes us
In hopes of dodging the bullet.
At grandma's we grew up.
Copyright © Ronny Madonsela | Year Posted 2012
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