THROUGH HER TEARS

Dear Rosanna,
You and I can not continue going out,
You and I can not can not see each other anymore,
The stories that we share should come to an end,
Its time to call it a day on this lust!

Dear Rosanna,
When my wife noticed I am having an affair,
She said nothing,
She sat in the smoky kitchen to cry,
But there was more to her tears than just the smoke!

Dear Rosanna,
When my wife noticed the red lips painted on my cheek,
She said nothing,
She took my water to the bathroom and told me to wash,
Then she sat in the smoky kitchen to cry,
But there was more to her tears than just the smoke!

Dear Rosanna,
When my wife noticed the different scent on my clothes,
She said nothing,
She washed the clothes clean and removed the pink print of your lips,
She kept washing away her tears with the same water,
And through her tears, I felt her pain!

Dear Rosanna,
Through my wife’s tears, I saw unconditional love,
A love that has endured pain but is still strong,
Through her tears, I saw a generation that has fed on her southwards breasts,
Through her tears, I saw the sadness,
A rage that could only be cured by love!

Through her tears, I saw her curse her flabby breasts,
I saw her reckon the days when they were firm and sharp as needle,
The days when they would drive men crazy,
Before my children sucked them southwards,
Through her tears, I saw love and rage!

Dear Rosanna,
I am going back home to my wife and children,
Kīrīa ūraheaga nyendagīria (Whatever you used to give me now sell it to me),
I am going back to my Cannan where milk and honey overflow,
I am going to make my wife smile again!