It sits in my chair
Stirring my chest like an angry woman stirs a pot of burning soup
Leaving not
Occasionally slapping its ground
Sisi, sorry
I should have known it was a call for you
But like a dummy, I thought of my seed
I won’t cry
I won’t whine
For death to get a fan to breathe
Because I know you are safe now
I won’t shout
I won’t hide
Because I know He knows what is best
Sleep well
Great one
Sleep well
Grandma
Sleep well
And wake to look after those you left behind
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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