Mirriam poems on Hello Poetry

Mirriam Musonda-Salati Jan 2015

Let Me Be A Child
by Mirriam Mk Salati

The age of innocent looted violently
The narrated tale of the order met harshly
Let me feel secure in my home
Let me realise that love is always the norm
I cant remember the sunshine on my face
I work all day in a cramped space
I cant remember how it feels to play free
I cant recall how it feels to climb a tree
Sharttered-self-worth from blows and knocks
A"good" child keeps quite never talks
Let me know when I make you proud.
Help me to have pride in my own accomplishments
And let me earn your trust
Trust me and i wont let you down
Let me try my wings,sour through the sky,
touching evry cloud
If i fail let me know its ok then encourage me to try again.... and whats More' Let me be a Child'

Mirriam Musonda-Salati Jan 2015

Let Me Be A Child

Let Me Be A Child
by Mirriam Mk Salati

shartterd-self-worh with blows and knocks
a "good" child keeps quite never talks
let me know when i make you proud
help me to have pride in my own accomplishments
and let me earn your trust
\trust me and i wont let you down
let me try my wings,sour through the sky
touching every cloud
if i fail let me know its ok then encourage me to try again
let me know that you love me with a pat or a hug on the back
let me tell you when iam sad and blue
let me tell you when iam angry even at you.
let me know that even on my worst days...
your love is unending always
let me dream......
share with you when my dreams come true
share my tears when they dont.
and pretend that everything is alright..and then encourage me to try again

Dimakatso Sedite Oct 2017

Your Black Magic Woman

The day you meet a woman
you   love
you will see why
you made me laugh for no reason,
why I drove in the rain for days

to dry the palms of your hands with my sweat,
why the blackness of your skin
lit my eyes
which were a mirror
to your chocolate sculpture
carved by

taxi rank crowds scampering around you
at rush hour -
just before the rain -
framing you into a portrait of dignity…

You'll see
why drums  beat in my chest
and shook me like daisies
whenever your soul
slid towards me

to sip ...
You'll see
why blemishes of my tattooed hands pricked
creases on your  forehead
and cupped

my tears below your greying chin,
why death had stopped stalking me
after I had jazzed with you under
our  passion-splashed  umbrella
and tasted the rain
under our  toes -
on cobbled streets at Kippies

on Mirriam Makeba Street…
The day your Black Magic Woman
stumbles through
your Mute. Deaf. Door...
you'll grasp
why you were once  my sugar chocolate  tree
in a faded world where  hearts were not  papers.

© Dimakatso  A.  Sedite 2017

#unrequitted #love #or #breaking #up

Mirriam Musonda-Salati Jan 2015

A Poem For My Grandma

A Poem For My Dead Grandma
by Mirriam Mk Salati

Grandma, you're
My heavenly engel
All that you were
Is what inspired me to be
Your home,your love and your warmth
And everything good.
Your arms were always open
And ever ready to shelter me from harm
Your heart was ever full of love
Your words were ever full of hope
And I want you to know
How much I appreciated you and still do
And your unsoiled wings
Your courage and your happiness
You showed me while you're stil alive.
I miss you, all my love

Mirriam Musonda-Salati Jan 2015

A special Friend

A special Friend
by Mirriam Mk Salati

In my life,
i've been up and down,
Sad, sunny,gray, and blue.
But i confess that i was blessed
the day i met you!
\The ones we love will often ask
Can i help you through it?"
But a friend like you
never asks;
you just set out to do it.
\And i can think of
nothing in life
that i'd rather do
than spend my days
with a special friend like you.

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