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POETRY

RAW AND HURTFUL

I sit here in a green plastic chair, listening to outpour of your tributes
Telling many beautiful tales about your attributes
And the many many things your living did contribute
To humanity on this very Tech land of the Protestant Chapel
And sadness acts electricity, to send many a shock ripple
…down my spine
Making my thoughts, like a sulking toddler, whine

II
Indeed you were many things to many people
But you were my mother
My Agowa intercessor
My calmer
My moral booster
And the light of my morality
Even your picture stopped my future wildness
…in its tracks
You were the angel
…who thought this ordinary me an angel
And proceeded to declare me a Pocket Professor
Losing all these in one person
Is like the sky falling on me
As the earth gives way to a hollowness

III
I will not miss you
I will forever be lost in your gone
I will not forgive you for the promise you failed to keep
…with your sharp goodbye
But I will live in the love you gave
Be grateful in this life you helped save
Will be indebted to you for your comfort cave
And be honored by your touch in my life

IV
I still hear your soft giggles since May the tenth
I still see your smiles and your arms stretched
I still feel your embrace’s warmth
…and your many ovations
Hailing me onto many an innovation
Will I miss you?
You tell me!

V
Life will never be the same without you
This much you know
For you are gone with your light
And I’m unwilling to replace you
So feel the burden
Feel the worry
Feel the sorry
Even in the bliss of our Lord
You knew I will rebel this much
So can’t say your soul will be surprised
“Ceeecee, let it go, your mom is sorry dear”
Is what I know you will say
These hurts are raw Dr!
And so I will keep on babbling

V
But do rest well
Till I travel to meet you with my complains
You know this is difficult
You know this is heartbreaking
You know this is painful
You know this is not what we agreed on
Rest in Power!
Rest in the Love you gave
Rest in the Care you gave
Rest in the Peace you exuded
Dr. Mrs. Nana Ama Pokuaa Arthur
…my third mother
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 19, 2021 @ 11am

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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