Dear Grandma
In memory of you my eyes sadly well up with tears,
As I grieve, I can hardly breathe and can hardly think -
Now that your breath has fled the body; one of my fears
Of all times in life: to lose you, to see your body sink
Slowly, slowly, and slowly away from family and me.
Mind you I could not bear you suffer old age pain
But I always prayed that you lived longer than a Baobab tree;
And yet you passed on, hence I shall never see you again.
Age within you crept a little more with every passing day,
And withered thereof the lenses and the retina of your eyes;
It but with every step of ingress faded your hair gray,
Gave you nothing more than adversities in your speech and your sighs.
O, Gogo, with each break of dawn you advanced in years to grow old;
But as if I never knew that one day it was gonna be like this in the end
I could not stop wishing that your old age could disappear with the passing cold -
And I could see it in your eyes that you wished that it was but your intend.
O, God, the Father, I hardly ask anything from You throughout day and night,
So methinks amiss or too much would it not be for me to ask dearly from You
That You bequeath me daring to face the odds of day and the weight of plight;
I simply request You, to solace my family and bless my grandmother too.
Fare thee well Grandma, and fare thee well for the best!
I took an oath! I've declared this with a life of mine,
/ Would thou doest the same verily unto me?
/ And would thine life sacrifice so I contented be,
/ Because we've sharèd love, a thimbleful of red wine?
/ I panic, my sweet, when my mind dares to think
/ If thy heart would love me still, when I am sign in to read more »
When my heart was softened and defeated with charm,
/ From soul to crown, overwhelmed, love bleeding disarm,
/ Whilst the besotted - My soul, was falling for lies
/ That the moment had come, and came to suffice;
/ Could love verily do to me, what I so evermore feared?
/ Lure me head over hills only to sign in to read more »
Dear granny, we shall always remember you each day;
/ You've fostered us, and so much of you each can say -
/ If but life was a crystal, we'd seen through it this dreadful fate,
/ And learnt to espouse the plight in advance that you are late.
/ You were weary of ailments and lethargies that had you sign in to read more »
2014-10-15
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