Tribute Two
My grandma
Who else deserves my full hearted thanksgiving
If not only you, the strength of my life, grandma
You are my life, body and soul, love and courage
You toiled for the betterment of this kin’s lifestyle
You denied yourself to satisfy my needs, grandma
Nearly died of hunger for my belly to remain full
And brawled along for me to relax, how then can
I perish your goodness in minds? Of course mam
I plead a 21 gunshot salute for you are the heroine
To my play that screens our struggles for survival
From infancy you stood forth a bold heroic posture
And became the mother, the father of my endeavour
I was poor but you deprived me of poverty, and too
No one could drew a demarcation from the general
Youth around the hoodie, how then can I forget you
In order for me to be educated, you toiled tirelessly
In the Kings fields from dawn till the oldest part of
The day daily, you remained your back bent hoping
That my life turn be a success and too to partake in
An innocent lifestyle .... Grandma my smile kipper
To have known not discrimination but pure love and
The need I bestow deep in hearts for only my prayer
Speak of your oldest days on Mother Earth that I dare
All my sweat and toil to plough back not in repayment
But out of love and compassion that you build inside.
Robert Musiiwa Mharadze
Copyright © Wilson Waison | Year Posted 2018
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