Dearest Mama
If you were here today
To share my bundle of joy
This gift and blessing, a dove
Adorable face smile daily
Bestow unwavering love
A bond upon my brow
Awaiting love from you above
Dearest Mama
I wish you were here today
To fix a kiss on my child
Hold him closely in your arms
Cuddle him when he cries from harm
Icon of grace and faith appraised
My baby knows not a daddy’s praise
Gift of life and light profiled
Dearest Mama
I gazed up again and again today
The stars are not white
I sing and call with all my might
Your wounds of war burnt by the sun
Damage to your eyes be gone; no scars
Aches by rebels calm as moonlit
That your smiles may light the stars
Dearest Mama
If you could come today
Not to give gold, textiles, argyle
But that sweet motherly style
To my son, your grandchild a smile
Today, I see you smiling with delight
I pray, Mama to be a mom like you
Watch us always with heaven’s light
Thursday, March 9, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Brother
Oh, brother, my dear brother!
Your death leaves me powerless
In tears and defenseless; yet conscious
A pain that surpasses all deaths
Beyond the deaths of Mama and Poppa
My heart is worn and torn
Not just a feeling of grief
In tears I write; hurt, anger, betrayal
A wounded and tattered heart
Overtaken by heartless thieves
All memories of our lives taken away
Loves in our hearts stolen
Substituted by chains of sorrows
Destruction perpetuated by evil men
Consuming us all days and at nights
Like Mama and Poppa, not a photo to look upon
Heirlooms deliberately destroyed
Just the photo of you in my mind
Just images of you my beloved big brother
I hold the memories that fill my mind
‘Time lessens grief,' they say
This statement is others’ relief
For me, this time, it is completely untrue
A myth; time will never heal your death
I am like an enraged lioness
Your death tells men’s evil against humanity
Policies wittingly ignored by organizations
Governments not for the people
A world that abhors collaboration
Promoting competition, division and sheer greed
I shall hold this grief in my heart and hands
A true, pure grief that is painfully beautiful
It’s the memory that I will cherish Mamadee
Pass on to your nephew, never to let go
And seek you out till my dying day, Brother
(My brother died in January of 2006 and I was not informed about his death until February 19, 2006)
Your death leaves me powerless
In tears and defenseless; yet conscious
A pain that surpasses all deaths
Beyond the deaths of Mama and Poppa
My heart is worn and torn
Not just a feeling of grief
In tears I write; hurt, anger, betrayal
A wounded and tattered heart
Overtaken by heartless thieves
All memories of our lives taken away
Loves in our hearts stolen
Substituted by chains of sorrows
Destruction perpetuated by evil men
Consuming us all days and at nights
Like Mama and Poppa, not a photo to look upon
Heirlooms deliberately destroyed
Just the photo of you in my mind
Just images of you my beloved big brother
I hold the memories that fill my mind
‘Time lessens grief,' they say
This statement is others’ relief
For me, this time, it is completely untrue
A myth; time will never heal your death
I am like an enraged lioness
Your death tells men’s evil against humanity
Policies wittingly ignored by organizations
Governments not for the people
A world that abhors collaboration
Promoting competition, division and sheer greed
I shall hold this grief in my heart and hands
A true, pure grief that is painfully beautiful
It’s the memory that I will cherish Mamadee
Pass on to your nephew, never to let go
And seek you out till my dying day, Brother
(My brother died in January of 2006 and I was not informed about his death until February 19, 2006)
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