Never Say Goodbye by Lerato Hlalele. - A MUST READ AND A VERY MOVING POEM/NARRATIVE AND TRIBUTE. This is to a man Who held my heart like a glass Shined my school shoes and walked me to school A man I never thanked for all that he taught me A man who would buy me a 50cent stock sweet @ 10am and put it in his pocket till 10pm when he gets home.. He would wake me up just to give me the stock sweet and tell me the trouble he got in to before getting home hence he arrived late After all that he would kiss me on my fore head and say goodnight A man who I wouldnt complain to clean his room And get a I will pay you month end I knew he would never pay me but I never stopped cleaning his room... A man that would comb his hair so painful that I would feel the pain from a distance The man who never wanted to see his little princess cry. He would walk with me day and night and I knew with him I was safe... I mean his hand was the safest place I ever went to... His words always made me laugh I just came to realize if this man was still alive. Id give him half of my first salary for he made my childhood remember able He was never too busy to have a chat with me... I knew everyday I had to have a word with him. If I took the whole day without any contact with him. Id be sad and Id do wrong things.. But the sad part of everything is I never had to say a proper goodbye to this giant of mine... If only God had second chances I bet Id ask him to wake my uncle up so that I may just say goodbye and let him give me a last kiss on my fore head. When this man was alive I never noticed a fatherhood gap because he did all that my father did not do! He always told me amongst all my sisters am the most beautiful one He always saw the good in me! Pity the time he passed on. I was still too young to understand what death meant.. If I knew death meant separating us I would have fasted that whole week during preparations I would have asked God father to forgive him for all the sins he might have committed here on Earth I would have done something so that he may see that I loved him But to prove the love between me and my uncle we still meet We meet in my dreams. He still tells me am beautiful and am a light But he just cant kiss me on the fore head any more I cant hold his big hand I cant take a walk to the shop with me, so that I may ask for this and that! And be told you will get them month end The sad part is I knew month end will never arrive! He never buys me stock sweet But his words means life to me His presence in my dreams means the world He still warns me and tell me to be strong.. This man is one man that never made me cry nor get angry He valued me, I bet he loved me more than he loved his own child... He would tell me stories while having a chilled hot day under a tree I only came to realize some of the stories he shared with me where lies. But that doesnt matter what matters is his lies made me smile and laugh! But this poem serves just to say Rest In Peace uncle... Tshepo Sempu Joseph Hlalele
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 09:57:03 +0000
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