Shadows loom in the back of my mind
In my dreams
And sleepy visions,
White curtains humid with red blood
The veils of maternity and death.
An ailing shadow
Cries out from his death bed
“I am sick, I suffer, I die”.
Cherish this moment.
Joy includes pain,
Man is perfectly imperfect.
Without sorrow one cannot appreciate
Fulfilment and content.
Fulfilment is a pathless trail
Ridden by pebbles, rocks and stones.
When we break the rock into pebbles
We have built stepping stones to Heaven
A Young black lady
Helping herself too much,
Unappreciatingly, from life’s feast
Ends up throwing up, she has done at last.
While I welch up at the sight of her
Her pain and ingratitude,
I swallow and hold,
My share has deservedly meant to stay.
Do not ravish
Do not take what is not yours
Do not hold on to what no longer pertains you.
Give up, set free,
Allow the Universe to enjoy.
Only take what is granted
In merit and strife.
But lo! Be always grateful,
Never take for granted
The precious gifts of Life.
Sylvia Munton, August 2013