To the woman whose stare had rocked me coldA Poem by Geo LawrenceOkwy, I wrote this dirge for your mum. In the times I encountered her, I was markedly humbled by her searching gaze. I still think of her. May her soul rest on...There was no line of grey
across your hair The sound of your voice had
lacked no life Alas! You had left us all
without a strife. Death had ’mbraced you
tight…into his lair Like a muffled sunflower that
once was fair And now you are still, cold and
somewhere safe Until the day your coffin shall
bare you From the morgue and in the long
brown hearse through The stony streets that leads to the church Where your stare rocked me cold
and stony blue Now, you know no more the cares of this plane For this is the mound beneath where you sleep.. The beads in my hands, I'll pray them for you That you may sleep on in peace till you wake. Your birth was the first you did and death became your final deed. A psalm will be said; salient and silent For the children you bore. A corner of my thoughts, comfy and cozy will hold the memories of you. Rest in the Lord and watch us from up We that are down will keep you in mind. © 2020 Geo LawrenceFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorGeo LawrenceEnugu, Enugu, NigeriaAboutMy writings will nudge you into a trance of introspection. Beware dear reader, for each letter is laced in a spell to hold sway over your attention until there is nothing left to read. more..Writing
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