I am overwhelmed.
Simply passed by me like a rose petal floating in the wind you did.
My long dead nose hunted down your scent; hungry for your soul.
The centre of my being became tethered to your own.
Fetus-like I clung to you for life.
Your joy became my elation.
Your disdain became my grief.
All my life – callous and vain
Drinking from your cup I’ve done
Merrily, uncaringly, sloshing about till my garments were drenched.
But in this drunken state I finally see…
– Hence –
If everyone has a cup of love to give
The one I give to you is filled to the brim.
P.S. It feels great to write love letters for people you’re infatuated with.
Writing letters of appreciation to a family that’s loved you all your life feels even better.
Thank you for your time 🙂
Thank God that time has come once more. It’s your birthday and you’re still here to celebrate it. That in itself is something worth celebrating but we’re human and we want more – always. What is the purpose of a celebration? Why, according to a certain online dictionary it is designed for one to enjoy oneself, to honour and to mark as an occasion to remember in the future. In essence when we celebrate someone and said person is still alive and kicking we seek to make them happy and to assure them they are invaluable. With that in mind:
What is this? Does she not tire of the effort?
Surely this woman’s insane…
Another invitation, another offered meal, another query regarding my health – too much…
But who am I too complain?
Actually I’ve taken up arms. I shall open my lips. I shall bare my throat and protest.
How could I refrain?
It’s human nature to give back when you’ve been given. Is it not?
Shall I then trade your sunshine for rain?
For you shine as bright as a forest blaze, setting a new kind of example,
Glory wrapped around you like a mane.
Monkey see monkey do I’ve heard. “Don’t just preach it, show it!” they say.
So with you I’ll be plain.
You’re doing alright Nothando, keep it up.