For my Grandfather…
They say a picture tells a story. Perhaps not mine. At least not the whole story — only a part of it.
Happiness — a subjective construct that fades one’s true experience.
What may look like happiness to the one looking in, is the complete covering of emotions and feelings of the one within frame.
So, let me put on this mask and tuck away these pitiful emotions all in the name of happiness.
Tuck it all away, and smile; a façade in a frame.
If only a picture could reveal true emotions. Sadly, (it doesn’t)
I hope the smile in this frame pleases you, observer.
I lost someone so dear to me and I’m completely numb. I’m numb to the core. As ironical as it sounds, these hollow tunnels keep me strong — at least in the limelight of the public eye
But I’ll tell you this, I am happy.
Happy to see you at peace in heavenly realms praising and singing to our Creator.
Here below, all that I have left are the memories. A beautiful timepiece. A reminder of what once was.
All I have are the memories of yesterday and the longings for tomorrow. Until we meet again in glory.
Robala ka kgotso oupa!
Heaven gained another angel…