Walking Wound: Mom’s Sonnet
Published in
Jul 26, 2021
The hospital where I was born,
the first day that I met you.
Now the ward your child was torn
wounds; that won’t forget you.
When your smile comes to visit in my dreams
with your cataract eyes that reject the living
why does your ethereal presence ignore my screams?
visitations of the afterlife can be soul-chilling
Now, I’m a skinless soul, a sentient fresh wound.
It has been over a decade and you still left too soon.
Delved in the past; having memories exhumed.
A walking wound; searching for you in the darkest rune.
May these lamentations of the living; be a tombstones flower -
that keeps you company; until our next ungodly hour.
In Loving Memory Of Phili Matilda Mkhize ❤
© Salu 2021
