Memories of Tobias filled my thoughts this cloudy June.
The
banner he made and the pictures he gave directed me to his clinging image.
In
my mind, his heart brought cheers of course.
In my heart his affections brought
tears and remorse.
With detailed intricacy, his
fingers touched enormous gadgets.
In our rooms’ fittings, a friend to tools,
improving to renew.
In our conversations he brought light and spark.
His
careless chuckle brightening the gloom,
from our night vigils as we prepared for
exams.
His dress, classic and neat.
Flared pants and stripped t-shirts were his trademark.
Clean shoes all polished
and shiny,
soft socks covering the delicate toes.
He lost himself in books and
assignments.
Bag filled with notes and lab coats,
oblivious of the
entertainments we treated ourselves to.
His advice wise, well above his age.
His outlook on life revealing the innocent homely love that rested in his soul.
He liked beans, boiled then
fried, cooked maize cake with a splash of margarine.
He invited all to this
delicacy he enjoyed then shared, prompting our appetites with nicely cut
fruits.
He lived in strength, joy and
love. A victim of his own heart, tasting and wasting in its own crust.
The end.
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