Burnt Birthday

These words are woven With threads of tear Laced in the needle of anguish. In truth, I can tell of how it feels To be pinched by piercing pain. My soul is scissored My heart, ripped apart My mind refuse to mend. And I am not the only one Dressed in this pale grief gown. I'm only a friend Who became a brother. And if asked to write about you, Would wield metallic words With no Ore of exaggerations. Should it be of your seemingly sweet smile Which springs from the fountain within? Or your ever merry soul And your charming Nightingale voice Resounding melodiously With a magnetic vibrato That can pull a cripple to wiggle in dance? Should it be tales of your tender love for younger Souls? The curvy smile your lips form When you openly chant Secret words with Mom? I can go on and on, Down the slope of memories Picking golden coins as I Surf the subway Of the time we shared. The news of your demise Was the uncorked grenade, Thrown through the passage of my ears, Leaving my heart in shreds. I had thought you'd come back And walk me down the street, Smiling, as we compare heights. I had thought that before heading North again, I'll sure see you at your best; Only to be told that you lay in rest, That your sun suddenly Became shy; refusing to rise. Today is your birthday But you're not here to celebrate it. We could blow out the candles: for you With wishes that you'd stay. But this birthday girl returned to dust.. P.S: Doris Jorju Ikhile... #Sky-dahWeighWordSon loves you, #Simisola does, #Morolake too. #Baju (Obe Leo) miss you. #Oyindamola was broken. #Olamide felt numb. #Nikho hope you stayed. #RCCG Everlasting Light Parish forever loves you. #Mom??? No other woman deserves to MOTHER you. Birthing and nurturing you in a way others envy; with love exceptional. We miss you and you'll forever remain Dear to our Hearts.!!!