Somewhere in the silent recesses of my mind
A forgotten memory is re-born
Memory of a miracle that never happened
On that gloomy day, darkness hunted our light of hope
And we groaned in an abyss of defeated bliss
Our joy grew wings and flew away into skies of oblivion
Though, the heavens roared aloud
It poured no showers from its high towers
Not even a drop to revive the dying leaf
From the agonizing grip of death!
Grandpa would have called such fate.
And in my head, paint the picture of a three-headed monster
Who shakes the very foundation of all mortal’s faith
O Fate! You villain that carts away grand treasures
The old witch that spares none, even a day old!
You ended a life before it could begin
Fate, death, destiny or whatever you bear
Wherever you are, lend me your ears
Stand not so tall, this is no feat
In no time, your maestro shall fall
With a golden pen, the one who resides above
Shall re-write this haunting memory, pleasingly in my heart
He shall take off the STILLness in this BIRTH
And yet again, a ‘miracle’ shall visit mother earth
Dedicated To Kikelomo Mercy!
I know it sounds weird…. but of a truth, a week before this happened to her, i had a urge to write about stillbirth. Alas! it happened to her. She is strong now and am sure Jehovah will shower his rain of mercy upon her. Another ‘miracle will vist her!