heaven's child

Coffee table truths I sit in silence with the news

Tally tabling amounts with Table Mountain views

A soothing taste of cheap cigars over scents the room

While Luna's labelling the stars under crescent moon

The sun has settled down

The subtle sounds of early youth are hardly left around

But certain days are still engraved

Engraved like letters on the chain

We used to dream of for the gang

With different colours, different names still engraved

Engraved like tears on the face

My family in disarray when we heard father passed away, still in grave