through these my darkest days
I have tried to ease the pain
though deep within my life it stays
this heart drenching foul rain
which that be the cause of you
when the morning shines her bright
you dance beneath my falling dew
with plot to steal away a life's only sight
Today, like tomorrow
will I fight for my hours
even if from the future I may borrow
I will find a way to claim back my lost long showers
Blessed by You - by Sandy M Sigamoney
spring rain
why have you blessed me again
my weight is heavy
my feet are worn
for years have I taken from you
more than enough blessings
than a woman alone can contain
I have smelt your fragrances
all of a different kind
I have tasted your juices
each a tasteful thirst quencher
my hair has grown strands of silver and gold
my smooth and soft skin
now has lines that have seen many a days
this frame has weakened
and knows not if
she has one more fight within her to give
do not misunderstand me
for I have dreamed of you again
for those years that you have given
have never brought the one
that my heart truly longs and desires
I wish not to make enemies
for you have always been more than beautiful
but if this your new and unexpected gift
has the same fragrances as before
then my heart will be hardened
towards you forever more.
I close my mind - by Sandy M Sigamoney
I close my mind to the thoughts of pain,
thoughts of discouragement
that have caused a stain,
though my dreams have been intruded by these,
I have chosen today to put them on freeze,
I am floating now,
to them be the question how,
though my will may lie in trenches,
today I fly over jagged edged fences,
if I were to remain in here,
choices that were made will then be undone,
they can continue to ask how,
yes how could it be done
by this unknown someone
Who am I - by Sandy M Sigamoney
There is this fear of knowing who I really am, for who I am truly with my caramel skin and dark brown tresses, who am I, do you know?
I am my mother's blend of beauty, flavoured with my fathers tasteful spice. I am a Dutchman's descendent; an island woman's great grandchild; I am a tribal dancer; hidden within my heart I am a woman within a mask of origin.
Though this land has rejected my worth I am as precious as black or white, as red or yellow. I am of Africa and Africa is of me; no side can I choose for I am the peace flag that stands in between, if you take the time to see me only then will you learn to forgive the past woes.
I am the true fruit of a nation within a rainbow of colour; I am one entwined with you.
Stranger - Sandy M Sigamoney
She told me that he came from faraway, somewhere that I have never been, where the ocean meets the ocean , and the mountain meets Heaven's white flames.
His youthful days were surely filled with racing hearts, though tall and slender, now he stands, Wisdom be the image that the mirror sees.
He stroked my hair, In a gentle heartfelt way, as if to say I am of him.
Even between the rubble he found comfort, but from whence he came, on pure white linen was where he laid.
They say he searched both far and wide, just to find his lost, pure, Veronica Pearl.
She had walked beyond her lines, with innocence visibly upon her skin, her smile that be a father’s lifelong memory.
The stripes upon his shoulders revealed to him the way, like an eagle he flew that day, a diamond beneath the cold dark soil, there is where he found her ray.
And there is where he stayed, they say, until the skies were parted, his footprints were never seen again, by his broken hearted.
On the bed it laid, the cowboys’ joy, brown and worn, when he still took off his crown, like a gentlemen should, as the old song played, fifteen years ago and I still feel the same, the record player turned, to the broken pieces, of an ageing heart.
His footsteps may no longer be, but I still see him there, through the eye of my mother’s heart.
Daddy's Girl - Sandy M Sigamoney
Daddy, my eyes, they can’t seem to stop the rain from flooding in,
And my heart can’t seem to stop these wounds that are hurting me.
Daddy, my tummy makes a rumbling sound,
Is it the sound of thunder or just my hunger cries?
The candle in my room has burnt out daddy,
Can you please switch on the light for me?
Sorry daddy, I remember you told me that you lost your wallet down Drunkards’ Lane,
But do you know something daddy?
When I grow up I will remember you,
Even though you’re no more here.
Fly Away - by Sandy M Sigamoney
If you could only just take me away, so very far away, where the mountains meet the heavens, where the eagle lays his head, I'd fly again, without hesitation, with the wind beneath my wings, with freedom upon my face, I'd soar through the galaxy and more.
If you could only just take me away, I'd be like the jumper, so wild and free, landing on my feet, wherever I will, where no oceans could drown me, and no chains could hold me down.
If you could only just take me away, then I never would have to wake up. Here is where my will is forced to be, where my dreams are drowning in reality.
If you could only just take me away, to where the unseen belief, of a world filled with grief, could change a broken hearted few, from the sighs of our disabled queue, then I no longer would have to go away, for it would be as though, I had regained my stay.
