As She Died - Visitor's Poem

by Chris Mokgehle
(Moletjie gaKolopo, South Africa)

"Please my daughter, don't cry, be strong for your sisters, I love all of you."

That was her final words, I thought I was dreaming, that I would wake up so that everything will be okay, normal, but she was gone.

I thought about following her, killing myself, but I couldn't, HE said No, GOD.

I wanted to talk to someone, maybe my father, but he is also no more, maybe my grandparents, but they are also gone, maybe my uncle, but is also dead, but who, I thought.

I tried to think of someone, someone who would understand, someone to tell me that everything will be okay, but there was no one.

I thought about speaking to my sisters, but all seven of them are still kids, they wouldn't understand, even my little boy, he is only 12 months old.

Never thought a seventeen-year-old will be in so much sorrow and pain.

God do you really love me? Why do I have to go through all these?

I'm so hurt, but I can't cry no more. I have to decide whether to do something about this situation, or let it kill me.

No, no, no, I promised you mum, I will look after them, I will have eight children now. And I know God will help, because no matter what happens, He loves us all....