Death Took My Forward!
How could l ever forget of you?
Oh my dear Forward!
All the days that together we knew!
Several years by have passed,
Yet of you l still mourn so deeply;
Even if my eyes won't show how so much l weep_
In my heart memories of you l keep
And such that you had to go l wonder why?
As l hear thunder rumbling above the skies!
Your life snatched off during budding;
Only thirty one you had seen!
And of life you were so keen!
So many dreams you had of your life;
But all was cut with a sharp knife
And you went on your own way:
You bade farewell in the cool of the day,
In the ghost mining town of Mhangura.
From my heart you were wrenched forever.
Had you been alive today my dear Forward,
Thirty six seasons would have passed by!
I can only but sigh.
It left me so speechless and feeling down.
Each day at the break of dawn,
The birds chirpy still, beautifully like before!
With their singing they tear my heart to the core_
For my Forward is not with me anymore!
Yes, death took my Forward!
In disbelief l look through the rain seasons,
That together we walked through together;
The ship you stirred intelligently dear brother,
Yet still it was not enough for you to stay.
It is raining! It is raining again!
I cant help the pain;
The tears have since dried
And the memories deep in me buried.
The rain brings memories of home.
How so we would till the land!
Those maize fields, oh boy!
Compounded into the earth you lie!
I hang down my head and not cry.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Had my brother been alive that year, he would have turned 36. I wrote this poem in 2009,5years after his death. At that time life in Masvingo (my second home for close to a decade) was dog eat dog. I felt that it would have been better for me to have taken his place than face all the problems that kept coming. I felt happy in my cowardice. The pain of failing to take care of my mother was behind my writing this poem. Maybe he would have fared better than me in taking care of our mother. Life around me was still as before when we were together; the birds, the soft winds bringing rain and the maize fields we worked together.
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