Twenty years ago
A mother who lost her child
Tried to kill herself.
Now this Mothers’ Day
Death lurking in the doorway,
Eager for her mom.
Twenty years ago
A mother who lost her child
Tried to kill herself.
Now this Mothers’ Day
Death lurking in the doorway,
Eager for her mom.
Purse-strings holder: “No
Funds to see Mom before death.”
Why such cruelty?
Holding the wrong end
To her face, Mom’s voice muffled
In the long distance.
Email’s voice is cold,
Attaching Mom’s living will,
Bringing her death near.
God had to escape
From the ivory tower
Chained in deathly heights.
Then he became I
Running to loved ones’ rescue,
House of cards toppling.
Last breath’s memories:
Cry, the beloved country!
Mandela’s freedom!
The comforting sound
Of his chopping vegetables
Mitigates her grief.