My wife was older than me
My wife was bolder than me
Her utterance was always a wisecrack
But my ribs wouldn’t crack
Her iron back would always Cobalt my efforts
And together we’d enjoy the little bronze we had
My wife used to tell me that living in a palacial home is nothing
If am unwilling to leave my peasant mind
So our neighbors will always envy our muddy house
And on top of owning their storey buildings
They owned a story about us
My wife used to tell me that physical ability
Is not determined by muscle size
But by mental perspective
She’d insist that going to the gym is nothing
If my mind had no bisceps to bind goals and opportunities together
And trisceps to make trials in life
My wife told me that the greatest aim in life is to limit the sky
And never to let it be a limit
She’d add that with ragged boots am to aim at the goal
And my bowl shall never fail
My wife told me that health is not determined by what cooks in the pot
But by what cooks in the mind
She added that the size of the head is not a determinant of the size of the mind
But you’ll have to mind your head before you hit the wall
My wife told me that it’s more proud to make life out of it
Than to make it in life
She’d add that am to use the little I have and I’ll get the more I don’t have
For the law of life is multiplication under the hands of care and hope and not addition
My wife told me that if I put stress in words , I’d pronounce them well
But if I put it in mind I’ll denounce myself
She’d add that only an empty man would argue with a fool
One she told me that if I need to trek at twilight ,am to run at dawn
But the cause of running at twilight is that I walked at dawn
So I’d mould my own life
My once told me that she’d leave me and go far beyond the earth
But I won’t believe for her maternal home was a mixture of bitter herbs
But how could she leave without me gracing her finger with a diamond ring?
But I guess she left knowing that my heart will always ring for her
May peace rest in her where she be
Even if this picture is the only memory of her existence
Thank you
#poetictuesdays
By James Musau