The last memory of my mum, I share with you tonight:
Mum gave me those moth eaten clothes to wear,
Fed me dried raisins and the stale bread,
Then a glass of salty milk,
Tear stained, her lips were sealed,
Silently, I swallowed it in.
She ignited the oil lamp,hollow and dark.
Just as her eyes, it was red and black.
Small and dim, it was empty inside.
Kissed me with those dried lips,
The blood was fresh, she quickly swiped.
She told me shut my eyes,
Covered my face and said goodnight.
The letter was hidden behind the box of razors, the paper had many cuts many words scribbled too.
It was red, dried and stained
The black ink echoed this way:
‘Mama will be back soon, my child,
Just rest your eyes and don’t miss her tonight,
For she is going very far, close to the moon
The stars shall tell you, it’ll be soon.
Mama is sorry, to leave your side.
She loves you, stay strong, my child.
She never wanted to say goodbye,
But this is how everything will be fine.