Garth Rakumakoe

Poor Woman

On her own, barefoot,

from the waterhole,

bucket balanced on her head

poor woman must make a fire

Little Mpho must be fed


His mirror reflection daughter

her joy and only reason to cope

for her only, she now prays,

lives, dreams, and hopes

She is the embodiment

of her heart’s own consolation


See, no longer does she wonder

what could have happened to him,

the slick dresser who stole

her heart back in the day


Having received no replies

over many moons,

to him she no longer writes

those letters to that city of lights and gold

for they since went, and like him

were swallowed whole


Behind her tear welling eyes

still aches the parable

of a fate unknown

a thorn in the wound

whence she bleeds, unbandaged

some days sting, worse than others,



No longer does she wait at the rusted gate

anticipating his return

for she knows

if she ever sees his brown eyes again

it would be too soon


  • yellowrose

    A good writing , feel sorry for this lady… she sounds sad and alone .

    You have expressed yourself nicely in this and it’s an engaging read , although sad

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Thank you, yellowrose, for your time and empathy. I am glad you felt the piece.

    • Neville

      a sad tale told so terribly well .. and held my attention from beginning to end .. The very feel of it made me think back to my days spent volunteering in West Africa .. Top marks from me brother ... N

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        Thank you, kindly Neville. Time much appreciated.

      • Robert Haigh

        Some men live their lives with a total lack of responsibility and a carefree attitude. Trouble is, someone else always suffers. A sad state of affairs for those who suffer the consequences. A sad tale told with empathy and compassion!

        • Garth Rakumakoe

          I cannot thank you enough Mr Haigh, for your kind words of empathy. Very true what you said.

        • Teddy.15

          It is extraordinary to see what any woman would do for her child. Kudos dear Garth.

          • Garth Rakumakoe

            There is no stronger, more committed love. Thank you Teddy.

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