Para la familia de Jamiu.
From the depths of woman’s desolation,
echoes a scream.
Tears like rain, fall from puffy red-rimmed eyes
To drench the ground where you lie, locked in dust
with a dead dream.
Weight borne in a she-tomb filled with life beats,
your gift; silence.
Frail visitor to this man-palace, learnt
Memories of you shall ever be still;
Weep not, another sails to the egg-place
where life flowers.
To drop smiles like bombs upon the future;
yours, mine and ours.
He will come again; I call you patience,
for the lost hours.
Bail out despair from this sinking hope’s boat,
and like Sarah, may faith fill your mind’s moat.