Thursday, 16 October 2014

MUM'S LAST WORD

Gathered at your bedside
waiting for your last word
with hope sinking fast
we sought your last word
we longed for you to say something
yes something, anything, just anything
one tip as life guide
one last chance to drink from your inspirational quote.

But we waited in vain
the guiding light never uttered
the do's and don't to guide us through life weren't birthed
instead, we had calm
our night became quiet
stillness seized our hearts
your face allured with serenity
as your body give way to a new life

but we hanged on
hoping for the sun to rise
with hearts heavy and wanting the cock to crow
we longed for the grey sky to be blue again
we wished that this memory will fade
that this memory,this dark memory will fade
to fade like the watch-night's whistle in a distant land
alas the earth could take it no more
our reality blur our eyes with tears
leaving our hearts to ache
and our voices to croak with sadness from our cries

you slept peacefully to wake no more
at last I've found your last word
your last word..
I don't know what they are...
perhaps... i'ts in the memories we wish to erase
maybe we will find it in the pain we long not to remember
howbeit, they just might be in the laughter we shared
in the scolding and discipline you instilled in us
maybe it's among the stars as they dance at night
will we find it in the kids you catered for like your own?
or among the folks you counselled at each opportunity you get.
or is it in the service you offered your little community,
by being their voices on matters of family and health?
I just might find it in the women you gave your shoulder to lean on when they hurt
or in the new song they chant when rejoicing

Mum I'm still searching for your last word
wondering if I missed it.
maybe i'll hear you say it
your ever willing and caring heart could be your last word
in doing all that you ever taught me to do
in accomplishing all my goals and dreams
I hope someday, i'll find your last word.

4 comments:

  1. Awwwn.....R.I.P Mom....

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  2. Held back d tear! I hope I get to know d last word!

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  4. Michael Ndeokwelu20 October 2014 at 10:32

    Wow, I just slipped back in memory lane next to my mom lying on her death bed patiently waiting for a miracle to get up any walk healthy just like Tabitha did when our Lord, Jesus rose her to life. But that didn't happen. She died. And the only thing I heard was the loud scream of pain as death snatched her from me. Her last words I never heard but imagined. RiP Mom. *Year 2* Well thought out poem. Lovely piece

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