Dear Mama
I end not far from spreading my wings
Traveling through a song my heart sings
-Of these remaining days of your life
That you've made a good meaning of life.
Robbed of my inherited love,
I've made your duplicate by my wife.
At heart, it's now near where, I find
Dear associate of your kind.
I'm glad of your presence as I show and,
If heaven’s book register your residence,
I won't long suffer without you.
You display on my wife as an evidence.
Your tears contain no signs of pain
Of all sacrifices you couldn't complain
You couldn't abstain from sperm-stain:
I am the result why and that's why
I said you gave birth to your daddy!
I will pick you the best nourishing fruits
Until the trees can't bear no more, since
With a houseful of hungry kids to feed
You made a paradise full of hopes to seed,
Into the whole world to lower it's speed.
I'm giving you the life you gave up for
me, Wealth of all this earth stands waste,
Taste comes sweet with permanent paste
Of your deeds on my everlasting memories.
You place a loss of pace in the title race
Love wasn't rewarded to one in 1st place.
It is chiefs alone with mind that briefs
Thoughts to fairly lament their griefs.
My worries are devoured by strength
Of your carrying heart's wrath,
I barely blink so I can think carefully
That I won't sink the ark of our link.
Smoke snows flakes of ashes over your hair.
Flames of your warmth makes life fair,
From family affair to retirement chair
You've lasted long for this very reason.
You're tree that blossoms every season…
Copyright © Lunga Mokoena | Year Posted 2017
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