Memories of a Beginning
The date is unknown
The time only the heavens would dare to remember
A connection, not even the heart could or would want to recognize
But one which the soul surely smile at.
A memory that causes the head to bow and words to be concluded
by: " Bless her Lord Amen" , are whispered through lips of a believer
to a God that never sleeps nor slumbers
The day and time of the meeting of these two souls
is a memory which is like a rainbow in a distant past
that shines like a sun through the clouds with visions of
festivals, home gatherings, house parties, and so on
The meeting of the two souls was like a gift
well boxed with endless realms of soft designer paper
wrapped around in ribbons of love
and well set in the time and space only known and understood
by love
The day and time I met you
I do not remember
The day and time
will never be important
It is that little heart of mine
that you touched
that will forever remember you
I ask this little heart of mine, what it remembers and it says to me,
ever so gently:
its how she always runs to pose next to you, when you taking a photo
Really?
I ask it
then my heart smiles back, almost the same way you smile, and then it laughs and smiles
at the same time,
Just the same way you do...and I see why my heart loves you so.
I ask it again...remind me oh heart of mine
hidden in-between my now almost flabby breasts?
Why do you smile when you think of her?
She loves you, it says to me
Aaah, I remind my heart
Love, love dear heart is a word, I don't play around with much
That is why you hardly tell her, it says.
You rarely tell the people you love the most and are quick to tell the ones you don't love
how you love them so, another of your famous acts of faith.
Shut up, you heart of mine,
I demand
Lets continue, I say, how do you know I love her?
it's her caring ways it tell's me
The way she always invites you to her do's
The way she'll contact you sometimes, when you are overseas on work travels, and remind you of how Durban
The way she'll ignore you on facebook but rock up in your real world
that's
why I know
and the way, she came to see you as you walked out your momma's coffin and told you : "you don't have to be strong"
That, my dear friend, say's my heart to me...was your mothers gift to you:
A friend so real
A friend so rare
A friend so sensitive
A fried so true
Thank you for being my friend, Nih
Zoom: 7th February 2011
