I am torn between picking an appropriate title for this Post
Each one captures the essence of my message
therefore, I shall leave that to you
Some men loose their tear glands at a very tender age
This is not a poem
Neither is it an ode
nor a eulogy
This is just an effort
an attempt to see if my heart syncs with my fingers
if my heart would dictate the right words to my fingers
Words that may capture how shaken and devastated I feel
It came like an august visitor in November
It was a NEWS I was undoubtedly unprepared for
"Shiiitttttt!!! Jeessuuuusssss!!!, Noooooooooooo!!!"
Those were the only echoed words I heard myself utter
By all standards, She was a Mother to me
What an unfair way to exit
Now I am immersed in thoughts that question even God
the 3 letter word that we seldom get a response to
"WHY?"
Just like that?
like putting out a candle light, plucking a leaf.....
She was everything short of a god to the family
Pillar of support, Guide, Prayer chaplain,she represented hope
Oh God!! The kids, The Husband
What an unfair blow!!
And now I feel dissatisfied
That my fingers are not in sync with my pain
Oh fingers, that you may capture my heart's essence I pray thee
Dig deeper and find the right expressions.
Dedicated to Mrs P. Ezeugwu
I find it psychologically unacceptable that you are no more with us
Rest....
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