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12/3/2021 4:04:47 PM

Mayowa Funmilayo
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The day is darkened by mother’s death,
So we come together to honor her life.
But how can I honor such a tragic ending?
I’m drowning in misery and sorrow.

My ears are filled with speeches from her fake friends,
And cries of strangers who don’t even know her name.

I would’ve sliced my ears off,
If she hadn’t walked on stage.
The singer, dressed in white (mom’s color),
Opened her mouth and shook the world!

High and low notes vibrated from her mouth,
The song’s melody was glued to her lips
She sent voices of gospel choirs into the air,
And dominated the stage with the power of song.

The angel of music looked straight into my eyes,
Her musical notes surrounded me in a tornado of love,
The melody’ś fragrance swirled my head and made me drowsy
The familiar scent exposed the song’s identity.

Her song was the lullaby mother sang to me at night,
And the singer used mother’ś tongue to sing that song.
Every single beat brought back memories of mom,
It tugged at my heart and pulled tears from my eyes.

Once the music came to an end, the crowd applauded,
But I remained still and deaf to the cacophony,
Because her voice was still ringing in my ears,
and thriving in my heart.

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