She Is Alive
5 -11- 2016
The face of yours: brownish colour that shone like this golden
Neck-lace of yours; so vivid in my eyes I remember
Whenever I look at this chain, memory of yours clog my brain:
Of the love you shown me when you were alive
Alas – I hope no limit to human life: so you could be ever alive
You are dead, but in this heart you are alive ever
As you cherished me when you are alive
Alive will your memory be in this brain.
Note: she was my father's mother. She lived in our town – Iragbiji – in her life era. I did visit her with my parents and my younger sisters and brothers, during the festival. Though most of times me and my brothers and sisters did visit her was during the third term holiday. Granny was pleasant living with, apart from all sort of things she used to buy us; she was used to pampering children. In 2003, she died of breast cancer; she had made hospital a home before she died. She was gradually recovering then, everyone had thought she had overcome death, but all of a sudden, she gave up the ghost.
Callous death took
her
away without
her
goodbye
I didn’t acquire much from her, but this golden neck-lace. Though it is old and has no much value, but one will not know at a glance, for it shines and looks anew all the time. Had my religion allows me to wear neck-lace, I will be wearing it all around.
Death sadness be
yours
granny is a –
live
Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2016
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