The Immortal Poem by Romeo D. Matshaba

When he overwhelmed time and slept among two distances.
With still and golden eyes he stared at heaven: temporarily she lost her guise,
But he now rests amid the painted wall and the fluidly space.
I remember him because he was my father.
When they disembarked to sneer at the simplicity of our bread,
The bareness of our living and the midget length of our walls.
Father taught me to laugh at their jokes and firmly shake their hands.
While they oozed in their sleep, he stared through bullion eyes at the
quiet grass he could have grown, and the white house he could never own,
Back when he lied awake to parade the lazy night
I remember him cause he was my father.
He taught me about the howling rain, the unfolding sky, the wet in dry.
He loved my mother: her glow, her hair… her darling eyes.
They do not remember him because he was not few,
I remember him because he was my father.
When mammoths are scrawny and tiger has misplaced her stripes.
He will live in me, gaze through my eyes and utilize my chest to beat.
And I will remember him cause he was my father,
You will forget him cause he was my father.