She feeds a family
Of fifteen with a
Tin of canned fish and
A cup of mielie-meal
But she is not a Jesus
Of the Bible
She took as her
Saviour, her life
Is not a miracle
She’s a woman
Pulling ends to meet
With the strength of
Two elephants
Just for her
Children not to go
To bed with stomachs
Like war zones,
Each night she dreams
Awake a future
Bright and better
Than the present
For her offspring
She ran out of
Tears crying for
Their father
Now she cries
Tired prayers
Just to fall asleep