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The way you spoke still sound as loud as the drops 

Of a heavy rain in my ears. 

The memories of you are still a rose that's planted alongside a river.

When a thought of you bangs in my mind, I used to cry 

Until I couldn't anymore. 

My heart would beat like the movement of a sloth, 

But that is no more. 

Now I smile when I think of how you were full of beans 

And when they tell me you were a versatile,

A woman of all seasons. 

You were fresh as a daisy, 

You were a class of your own. 

My heart fills with extreme delight when I realise you had feet of clay 

Yet even so, I found you head and shoulders above. 

I have learnt to cuddle with my pillow thoughts of you 

With great gladness 

Because I know they will never fade away. 

To my late mother : Happy Mothers Day.

-Sphesihle Mpilo


  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Lovely 🦋🦋🦋🦋

    May 12, 2019

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