Too Soon

I  can't reach the microphone and broadcast
Nor can i take a flute and sing
about this disease of the past 
that has relieved and killed many
and yet it clangs into me my heart 
like butter sticks to bread

let me sit here
just beside this heap of soil
reminding me of how we did toil
so hard that we made it here 
and so soon she bide me bye

i don't want to cry o
or else she will feel sad 
because she wont be there to wipe it dry
just as she has always done
i just want to wonder 
faraway into dreamland
and sing about this feeling of loneliness

i want to feel the warmth of this soil
creep up my legs and surround my cold heart
filling the void left by her absence
even when it moves at the pace  of a snail 
i am to wait till it plays its part
am make me feel he presence

i want to watch this earth disappear 
and turn green to green
like the green Savannah grassland 
we yearned to visit today
as our matrimonial anniversary holiday

if darkness draws near 
lend me her kikoi to wear
and if it gets too cold 
to this earth i will cling 
to feel her warmth to the last

my dear
i know it makes you sad
to see me nag and snag here
but i am not mad
i just want you to know 
we departed our ways too soon 
yet our dream flew far beyond 
and here i am stuck
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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La France Avatar
July 31, 2015 at 3:52 PM
Justine, I know this pain of not being able to let go, a deep write 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, all that I am
Mutindi Avatar
July 30, 2015 at 7:49 AM
The absence of a loved one is hard to live with...a sad one but beautifully written Mokua.
Jones Avatar
July 21, 2015 at 6:07 AM
Heart felt and heart breaking. When our partners pass away all our plans and dreams go with them because nothing was conceived which didn't include both. You express it with great feeling. Kind regards, Ian
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