My Mother In My Brother | Akhona Snazo Alicia Bushula

Last time I saw my vines,
I was 8 years tall
Last time I held love,
I was 8 years tall
She gave her last breath
While giving my brother life
Luckily he lived to tell the tale.

My mother never left Earth
My brother was my mother at her younger age
He was pretty although he was pain.

I started creating love with every smile I received
My life became a tale
Rebounding in tears inside as I saw my brother smiling
I never surrendered hope for a brighter lamp
I kept on holding my 1inch candle
As it all started becoming a tale
Till my grumpy teacher torn my School trousers
It repremended the thought of having no source of love .

Suicide enrolled in my muddy thoughts
Till I saw my mother smiling through my brother
The candle lit in volumes.

Poet's note: I wote this poem on the 29th of November for my friend Makhatshalala Yanga, when one day our teacher torn his school trousers and he was crying all day saying he misses his late mother. I felt really bad because he couldn't afford to get a new pair of trousers and I couldn't afford to get him a new one, and for the fact that I've got a mother and he doesn't have one. This poem means a lot to me cause he loves it a lot, having a brother that looks exactly like his mother was always a pain to him but after I wrote this poem he found the meaning of his brother's presence and that means a lot to me..