You’ve been on my mind everyday
But today, I feel you sitting on the regal stool in here
Aduse-Pokua, how is your “Hanoa”?
I remember it like yesterday
You saying only a jump was left for you to reach Hanoa
I remember them like yesterday
Our chats and laughter, fallouts and tears
I see them like my reflection in my mirror
Your love in care and success at my welfare
Even amidst the many carers
My lonesomeness cries for you
Is there a secret in the month of December?
You bidding your bye on the eve of Christ’s birth?
Your thread through my womb and namesake
Leaving so sadly
Ten in this twelve of this eighteen?
Pushing sadness to the fore of my thoughts
What could possibly be the secret?
I feel ghostly
I am lost
I miss you as I have none before
I wear this misery as I should Christmas dresses
And I know not how to take them off
Have you met him?
He whom I thought would replace you in this vacant space?
Have you met him yet?
If not, do look for him and connect
This feeling of not belonging is pushing me in,
In to there, there where every cell of my conscience scream in fear
And my guts scream cowardice
Do touch me with a magic wand
And turn this mood into wood instead of a tree
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 24, 2018