She grabbed me roughly from my child sleep <br />And threw me on her back like a sack of mealies <br />She used to carry from the fields. <br />Her back was knotted with the hump in her heart <br />And I cried out when she tightened her cradle <br />She went out that early morning in the cold air of the Maluti Mountains <br />To that rock in the middle of the mealie patch <br />Where my father used to sit and play his tin guitar <br />And there she sobbed her heart out. <br />After a long while she noticed my wails and cries <br />She gently took me from her hunched back <br />And hugged me to her milky breasts. <br />Still with tears running from her pain-filled eyes she said to me, <br />“Son, your father is not coming back home anymore. <br />He has been eaten by the golden beast in the Deep Levels of Gauteng.”<br /><br />Mpho Petrus Manwedi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-she-must-have-felt/
