Mama, I am not dead, I am alive.
I know your love for me will always glow
Like paint on canvas.
With neither respite nor getaway,
You worked hard and watched me grow
Just like the gardener watches the rose.
But the rose blooms and dies Mama
And the gardener is not saddened
For too long a while
For he understands the wheel of life.
Mama, I was putting the foodstuffs in the barrow
To be taken to the supermarket’s shelves.
I do not know Mama how the fire
Broke and within seconds, all was on fire.
I wanted to run away but couldn’t.
I saw no windows, no doors, no friends.
I was alone, desperate, gasping for breath.
I called for help, no one replied.
I cried Mama! Mama! please save my life.
My clothes were on fire, my skin charred,
Flowing away with the fire.
My heart ached and slowly,
I surrendered to death.
All the pain and the deep agony vanished.
Angels came and saved me so lovingly.
Now Mama, I am in heaven
Where lilies bloom innocently.
Heaven is too beautiful Mama.
If the world had taught me words
To describe the beauties of heaven,
I would have told you about it dear Mama.
Mama, go home, do not wait for me
Near this supermarket, for you won’t see
Neither my bones nor my ashes.
Go Mama, be love, give love to all.
Be the light that you always were.
We will surely meet one day.
I love you Mama.