I write to many
those who know
how they formed me
how each particle of jelly powder
mixed with the boiling water of me
how each whisk stirred this mixture
of solid and liquid
until the hurts and hugs
the heart-aches and happiness
dissolved and dispersed
Now who can tell the ingredients from the mixture?
Then the pouring into the mould
the mixture sets, solidifies though shaky
Who was the stirrer? Who chose the mould?
Who did the pouring?
I have been moulded
now I am firm but still trembling
Jelly on a plate
I am not the paramedic who arrives at the scene and saves your life
after you drove so recklessly
Nor am I the mountain rescue member who risks his own life to save yours when you are trapped on a ledge
after following an unused path
I am not the nurse who wipes your fevered brow bringing the glass of water up to your parched lips
after you neglected to take anti-malaria pills
Nor am I the fire-fighter who bursts through the flames inhaling smoke and hauling you out
after you left candles burning in every room
I am the driftwood that floats past as you struggle to keep afloat
I am the one you stop to ask for directions when you are lost
I am the fire extinguisher you installed in the passage
I am the calm after your storm
I support you
If you want me
Please consider donating a small amount to this wonderful cause. Especially people from outside South Africa as the exchange rate is helpful. For $10 – a mere 2 cups of coffee, you could make a big difference to Thembi and her family’s life. She is a wonderful caring mother. It is easy to donate through PayPal and from little amounts, big amounts grow. So please pause, stop scrolling and click. Thanks for your support for this worthy cause.
Click on this link to donate and read more about Thembi and her family
Blocks collected so far
We are hoping to get an inside toilet and another room built before the summer rains
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