RIP, dearest cousin Amani Kweka
We crumbled as you slipped by
leaving a trail of doting memories.
A son passed away yesterday night.
If November was to delay this tragedy
I would bribe it with dozen of poppies.
But, consolation is God’s instrument.
Raindrops drumming on the roof
an orchestra of heavenly reception.
He dwells now among great angels.
No ordinary or majestic living gesture
shall replace this son’s jovial mortality.
He remains fondly inscribed in hearts.
Nothing is lost, if we care to grieve
with a smile and laughter of what was.
He was named Peace for our consolation.
emily
January 15, 2015 - 4:33 am ·orchestra of raindrops on roof,
wow.
love the metaphor.
emily
January 15, 2015 - 4:34 am ·Dear Poetic Friends: or poetry writers:
How do you do?
It has been a while without running poets rally for free verse, today, when we celebrate Thursday Poets Rally 5th year anniversary, we invite you, a poet who blog and support poetry, to participate,
To join our rally, or submit one or two poems to our poetry prompt,
Click on the link below:
http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2015/01/thursday-poets-rally-week-79-january-14.html
Happy Rally….
Thank you in advance!
your poems are very penned, keep it up.
😉