To a Poem
O weep o willow poem of mine
I am glad they find you sublime
And take it as a spiritual sign
You discovered the poet's clime
For out of great grief I bore you
A child of tribute to my mother
So I pray in honor they adore you
While memory still its griefs gather
O poem just to see you, tell me
Of my impotency ... that I studied much
And can do no better tribute, see
No other alternative to death, no crutch
Better than words to restore again
The woman I want to live forever
The love that brought me into pain
O poem, you were all, all I got to give her.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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