Just For Mama Janet

Grace granted us a say on our knees: a thousand pleas pummeled the sky, stirred the heavens. The Lord moved, gentle thunder rumbled: My daughter's back home! Our hearts sank, too heavy to bear, for Janet was a sweetheart, a mother we've hugged for twenty years and more— never saw anger crease her comely face or her girth tinged with the pride of life. Janet exudes the glow of midsummer noon. With a voice that strikes heaven's chords, she thrills songbirds to spin at sessions— at Shekinah Nights while sky dresses in gold. Now, birds hush! Whither our songstress? She's gone!! A while longer would've been our joy, sharing the dainties of Janet's large heart. But how long will we mortals hold up the call, knowing a day of death is set at birth? The Lord has done His good pleasure—we bow. So, we wish you Goodnight Mama Janet, in hope of the Glorious Morning. Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi March 2019