It was 6:00am September 7th 2011 that I got a call saying you are gone,
our mum could hardly say the words, her cries were message enough,
Just a few hours before, I had told you to hold on,
even though I clearly saw, the line was so thin and drawn,
I came swiftly and found your body still warm,
you looked so peaceful, just taking a nap,
I knew you had to go, but I still couldn’t believe you were gone.
Now everytime we go home, the fist sight is your little black cross,
wrapped in old beads of a rosary prayed at your death bed,
your white grave enveloped in green grass and wild flowers.
I know you like it,
There is a lone grave in my fathers’ homestead,
A gaping hole in our family of 8.