GRANDFATHER (in memory of J.B KHAMANGA)

I never got to know you old man
Now I'll never know why you loved writing with this pen
You would sit there and stare with a smile in your eyes
So still and much begged to be foretold from behind your smiles

You sacrificed so much old man
Chose and loved a woman Jehovah sent - Amen
You were survived by your memory in our minds
Your the very inspiration which makes us one of a kind.

It would be an honour to live my life with a part of you
A pen, a belt, a shirt or even a shoe
You left me the most compassionate gift ever
Not financial not faience nor furniture, but my father

I shaded no tear when you were buried
But now as i write - this ink is smugged by another fluid.