If I had listened to maame
I won’t be stuck in the middle of this road of life
Carrying a burden that my shoulder breaks
One that has taken over my sanes
Farming bloody rains around my once starred eyes
She did tell me not all that glitters are metalsmithable
And adviced I cleaned, bit into, burned
To verify authenticity before singing the Hallelujah of worship
No matter the wings and shine of my find
Did I listen?
The sun preyed on my fancy
And connived with all the garbage in shinning stones
Winking in blinking into my sinking
So I picked what was not
Thinking it was what was
Now I stink so bad
On a heavenly road whose scent mask me out
How can youth so blind
Making this head turn behind
Even when legs pull?
How can age not be shed
Like skins which outlive their time
To fetch rightness in the past?
How can perfection so wrinkle
In time’s deadly exploration
In giving surprised heart attacks?
How can remorse not be a magician
To right all wrong in all that is strong?
How could I have been deaf to youthful exuberance
Letting maame’s voice go
With the deadly winds of the past?
If I had
If only I had
If only I had listened to maame
If only I had honoured the words of my vehicular womb
Earth would certainly have been kinder
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 26, 2018