Long time arriving here
it’s been. Infant times coming
up, and storytelling from
gone Grandma, and old smiling
Grandpa, why Mama struggled
the dug-beg, and never saw
her new boy gone moons.
Where I am coming from
dry and rainy; sometimes
the harmattan laugh and
kick inside us to survive
her strong-wind hand.
Then, we fight the winds
of life to re-write the
days we wept for many
things life will not whisper
well to the listening ears
stretching ears to merry more.
Some verses admixed
venom-ed yesterday and
fear us the poison tomorrow
threaten. The stars of light
at night is the record that
script memories; if we can
read, we have seen those
stars the other place; still
following while the moon
start again to count herself; from
crescent to full, Ah, all these
have passed before!
The earth is not weak
to start again! This is
why looking from the top
my age now makes another
try, after many tears the
smile cleaned in my soul!
Christmas come again,
and lights round like the
Orion and and Pleiades
have brought down. We can
catch, my small heart whispers.
No, the stars stay hung far
skies; we can reach far
unreached dreams, now clear!
Grandma’s visits; hands open
ran toward the gone woman,
like a Cherub has God’s report.
Flowers grow on her grave,
to eternally remind that
soul we loved!
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Dike Dyke Williams @dwilliams
Poet and Writer Dike Dyke Williams was born in Lagos, Nigeria. His ancestral home is Abba, in IMO state, eastern Nigeria.To the glory of God alone(S.D.G), His poem "Love is the Peace" has been published in World Healing World Peace poetry Anthology. A recipient of six creative writing awards.Go to Dike Dyke Williams's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
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Thanks Kaycee