Engulfing England's every city and town
Is the news "London bridge is down."
A reign worth the lifetimes of most
A part of heritage and history is lost
But not from memory and being dearly missed
For the empire aims to soldier on unceased
Out goes the old
Remaining to be affectionately told
In comes the new
What fortune has it, what storms will it brew
Pray and be readied for all it will bring
That ye may gladly sing, "God save the king."
K. Muitherero
Me n the January Leaf.
Morning prayers, tweets of bird
Wrinkled Sundays,olives in curd
All took fathoms to drag me out
From the blanket of laziness, letted me meet
The crisp n cold but fresh n bold
Blow of year 2014.
"What!" I screamed as year 2013
Left me unbade, I complained I whimped
Then the 'January Leaf' fell n dewed
"Like now I can't be fixed, I can't be mixed
'TIME' greatest of all couldn't be rekicked, surf forth
To play with unceased waves that waved."
The harvest moon is bright tonight,
Recalling times long past,
When he and I strolled in its light.
We held each other fast
And pledged our love to last.
The years went by and our love grew.
We’d gone from two to one.
So close that we no longer knew
Where one had ended, the other begun.
And then I birthed a son.
Our little family increased.
Two daughters came along.
Through all this time our love unceased,
Made every day a song
And we could not go wrong.
But God had plans we couldn’t know.
He took my love away.
This faithful man whom I loved so.
I am still in such disarray
And miss my love unto this day.
Written:10/09/12
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