Written by Taymen Graye – my son, when he was 15.
From Zim to Maf there is a woman travelling on a mission
With no clear destination, just driven by love and endless ambition
She’s here for a purpose, even if at the moment it is still a mystery
One thing’s for sure, she will always be my missionary
She connects my soul to the depth of my heart and brings my soul into my life
Through all the struggle, she makes the joy eclipse the strife
When my life lost direction she gave it some alignment
She’s so precious, hard working with many sacrifices, like an African blood diamond
Talking to her is like aromatherapy in its finest finesse
Clearing my pores of all the tyrant stress
Always there for me, making me happy, for a better mother I could not pray
Always willing to be my goalie on a hot Rooigrond day
Tranquil, calming moments with her
Just like the old Friday afternoon at Spur
Sitting on the patio at Leopard Park, reflecting back
Giving me the inspiration to keep my life on track
Even on the worst days, when I talk to her my day flips
I’m like a zipper and she is that helpful hand to put back the rail when it slips
Like the soothing cream on a painful rash
She is my airbag whenever I crash
She straightened my life out whenever it bent
Even making an adventure out of staying in the tent
Even without money, she made sure that Christmas presents were bought
Always sending me angels for support
She brought a little girl into my life and made me a brother
A little girl with so much life, a pure reflection of her mother
I’m sure she must have two hearts because one heart could not possibly
be big enough to contain the love she has for her family
She has a heart warmer than the sun’s ray
If I had to describe as a colour it would be StormGraye
She has a heart with no barrier
She’s made for big things like a cargo carrier
Bound to no limit, potential to the highest supreme
Great expectations I have for this African Queen
The road to her crusade has just begun
Yes, I’m certainly proud to be this woman’s son