Hot sun burning

Dust lingers in the mid morning sun

Patiently shaping the coming of the rain

Not much pain when the news was preached

Instead, a deep empty gap

Blues lingered in the air

Life is unfair

Thought I

Is there a juvenile heaven up in the sky?


Lonesome breezes washed away footprints

Where we used to play

Gently, the grass sways, come let’s play

It seems to say

Like you said, when the morning greeted us with nothing but play

Play Play


Is there a heaven for kids, I ask the grass?

For if there is none,

Where shall he be when I too walk the broken glass?

Is there

A juvenile heaven



Victor Mavedzenge 2003