This morning is like a beautiful woman
wearing soft, sun-kissed mist, luminescent
pearls adorning her bejewelled wrists, as I
drive along I listen to my inner voice raised
in jubilant song…
As I sat on mother’s bed in Oliver Tambo
Memorial Hospital, Matron Margaret Mbatha
queried me – What are you writing? – I replied:
A song to the beauty of the morning, asking –
May I dedicate it to you
So when you Google yourself you would find
your name quoted in my poem? - Her sweet
face broke into a smile - Yes you may, but
you must go home, we’ll take care of your
mother – yet I stayed because
I have not been with my mother for a long time,
she cries in pain from time to time, I break all the
rules in order to be with her, should they evict me,
it would be fine – I cannot leave my mother in pain
at a time like this…
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