This morning is like a beautiful woman <br />wearing soft, sun-kissed mist, luminescent <br />pearls adorning her bejewelled wrists, as I <br />drive along I listen to my inner voice raised <br />in jubilant song… <br /> <br />As I sat on mother’s bed in Oliver Tambo <br />Memorial Hospital, Matron Margaret Mbatha <br />queried me – What are you writing? – I replied: <br />A song to the beauty of the morning, asking – <br />May I dedicate it to you <br /> <br />So when you Google yourself you would find <br />your name quoted in my poem? - Her sweet <br />face broke into a smile - Yes you may, but <br />you must go home, we’ll take care of your <br />mother – yet I stayed because <br /> <br />I have not been with my mother for a long time, <br />she cries in pain from time to time, I break all the <br />rules in order to be with her, should they evict me, <br />it would be fine – I cannot leave my mother in pain <br />at a time like this…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sun-kissed-mist/
