By Percy Matlala, South Africa:
I used to go up to the roof every night
To talk to my dead 'run away' father
Hoping to free the anger
Free the questions, or possibly ask more
Free the memories that have no tomorrow
Memories that take me back,
and never come back
Hoping to free him
Sometimes up there, the wind blow so hard
It blows away life
And the pouring rain, paint away my tears
As the sun rises every morning
With a new day, a new dawn, a new light
I still dream of seeing him
I dream of my children
The love I would give them
I know
I’ll never see him, never talk to him, never nothing
But it’s okay to dream every now and then
It fills the sense of life, the empty holes of hope
I now wonder what he would say to me
How would he stand in front of me?
Whether smile, laugh, hug or even cry for the man I have grown to be
And it’s funny how people’s doings always leave an achy scar on our hearts
Slowly but surely, our tears melt them into a perfect soul
And as I feel his presence up there every night
I pray it may snow and freeze up my heart, and colour the rain tears to ashes
Hoping… …
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