The Red Tie Guy

 



He dropped by again, the red tie guy.
But long-gone with the wind was I.
Swift-footed me,
Mercy- needing me,
Quick- to- forgetting me.
How I forgot the counsel,
Which called me Zion’s little princess

Yet again, the red tie guy came calling,
A parcel gift he left at me doorpost.
Sweet smelling red rose and a parcel.
Weary with earthly toil,
I motioned me to open it.
My momma picture and a bible I found.

Come and rest here he said.
There is refuge for you now.
There is hope for you.
Tears like rain streamed my upturned face,
Seeing how I used to believe.
Not any more, since mother died.
Leave me alone! “I cried out”.

His red tie he left, as a reminder.
Then cried me again because I know
The red tie was Jesus.
At the back of the picture is momma’s message.
Daughter, wipe your tears.
Am fine and praying for you.