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".
