She stands with her at
the junction, with her eyes
kneeling. As the old woman
begs, she holds a can of coins
for her, the old woman's eyes
stirs into an empty tomorrow.
she holds the old woman closer
every time, protecting her from
a crawling mist of the morning
traffic. she must be the daughter,
She must be the daughter of the year for she
sacrifice the future for today, tomorrow
she stands with her blind mother.
|Suss KaMzibeni|
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a touching poem.....10++++++++