A Letter To Lindelwa
My dearest Lindelwa,
Your name rings with familiarity over and over in my head,
Every day you take form, and become a reality I cannot shake off, or really comprehend,
First it was your beautiful big brown eyes, with lashes long and curly; no one can question your roots,
And then your lips followed, full and distinct, outlined with God`s very own rich lip liner, like a garden of Eden fruit,
As I stand in awe of how beautiful your face is turning out, your body magically seeps into the canvass and completes the picture,
Your tiny hands raised to your mouth, each with five perfect fingers
Your skin feels soft to the touch, as rare as the African silk
Just like mummy`s, it is a radiant brown that compliments your eyes, a true daughter of the soil.
Your tiny feet will one day walk on this very soil, leading you to a destiny of love and beautiful dreams fulfilled because of your forefather`s toil.
Do not worry your pretty little head, mummy may not have nail polish expertise, but if you ever want them painted I will learn, because for you I will be a student of life until I no longer break bread with the living.
The world waits for you to take your place,
Grandma waits on your arrival,
She wants to hold you in her arms and speak blessings into your life,
And tell you stories about mummy and your uncle`s childhood,
How he spoke baby gibberish and brought a smile to all of our faces, just like you will someday.
Oh your uncle, how he waits for you,
He dreams of carrying you in his arms, lifting you high up and promising to protect you in everyway he can,
He wants to teach you soccer,
Like your mummy you will love watching 22 men kick around a ball with so much skill and technique,
You too will be initiated into the Plaatjie family gang of soccer; it will be your first love.
Grandpa wants you to take your time getting here,
I reckon he is not ready to lose mummy as his little girl yet, he hopes it will be in a future not so near,
But I know secretly he cannot wait for you to bring joy and laughter into his heart,
Like your uncle and I did
And your daddy?
Well baby that is another reason why you will be named Lindelwa,
I wait on him with patience and gladness in my heart, for I only want the best for you.
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