Memories Of Her

SHE GOT WELL(Healed)

In her eyes I saw fear of pain

My tears were like rain

They flooded my paper universe

Left me with no place to write my verse

To relief my stress

Seeing her in pain made me cry

Knowing I'm not gonna see her again makes me wanna cry

At least in pain she could respond

I wanted to take her place as her youngest boy

It was this day 11 years ago

That one day when daddy came back home from the Hospital

He said, "o fodile"

She got well

He meant,  "o ile"

...she's not coming back

My favourite spoon became the worst that day

I choked on food from it when I ate

It used to dig the food she prepared on my plate

Why did it have to be the 1 to dig my mom's grave?

Why did it have to be the 1 to cause me pain?

I know it was time

Not my time but God's time

I still remember the day

The year 2004, 18th Of May

When daddy came back home from the Hospital 

He said "o fodile"

She got well

He meant, "o ile"...

...and she's not coming back

By Rufus "Roof-Top" Mashao (18-05-2004)

Yes she got well. She was very sick in Hospital & stayed there for few weeks just before she departed from the painless life of the flesh. Heaven is a place for people like her, beautiful and strong. True believer in the Lord, she loved music so much her normal day was a song and a special one would be singing it with all her kids being home. That prayer she said every Sunday just before we all left for our places of work & schools was the feast for the spirit & motivation our belief in God and ourselves. Eleven years later I stumbled upon my poetry book from when she was still alive. It felt like someone wrote all those poems except the Poem above, "She Got Well"...

...as I could remember vividly the tears that dropped on the very page I jotted a Poem to celebrate her life. That watermark was the signature of life turning it's pages of her last chapter, I wanted to know who writes the book because I was the one who wrote her the only Poem she never got to read. I don't know how, but eleven years later my eyes still get teary when I think of the best memories of my life with her, I remember my mom in happy way. And, today I shall rejoice in the Lord & make happiness for myself by honouring the woman who gave me more than life. The wisdom to never let a moment pass without writing about it, this moment is for you & me momma. And as I have always marked this day in the diary of my heart, so shall the son of my son. Memories don't live like people do and that be the reason I continue to write you again today, on behalf of me & all my siblings. Your "Memories Shall Live Forever In Us".