Sunday, September 3, 2017
FOR NTSWAKI
F O R N T S W A K I
It is a hackneyed cliche
But how appropriate!
Oh NTSWAKI! You were too young to depart this world!
What a Calamitous Loss!
The loss of a prized daughter, sister, mother...
Excruciating. Devastating. Unpalatable
Oh the trenchant pain of your Mother!
Swirling over to engulf siblings
And Oh what an unbridled, irreplaceable loss for your children!
Alas, the Grim Reaper is unrelenting
Spreading shards of Melancholy. Grief.
Pattering of feet to pay tribute to thee
Oh our Darling you were unadulterated Bliss
Bearer and embodiment of sweet-trolleyed gifts
Our jagged emotions, split Raw. Scorched
Now we are left only with Memories. Elusive and Illusive
Tantalising, Fleeting, Evanescent
Oh, Enmeshing the Unwholesome Reality
Congenial. Our hearts will always go out to your Offspring
Permanent reminders of your sweet, uncomplicated self
We envisage you now ensconced in flowery meadows
Until we meet to part no more...
- O Bolaji
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4 comments:
The pain and grief of the poet is palpable here...moves one to tears
Depicts pungently the multi-faceted horrors of losing a loved one….the pathos and desolation is unbearable
Sad...sad...sad...These days the young seem to die so easily
It is very sad indeed, and I pray we live longer till grey time. And always Good ones die young.
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