I will surely get back to you when I come online.
Oh! Dim omma
You are now
A guest
In your home.
Months of self sacrifice
To green white green
What a clarion call!
To obey the last order.
Your jungle boots
Weep in Sambisa
Forest,
Rifle the bead of your prayers.
The yogurt seed
You planted in me
Is fast growing,
My legs, the cross bearer.
Goodbye hurts my lips
Though my hands move
Motionless in the air
Beckoning you to come back.
Fear lives in me
But my prayers go with you
If the going gets tough
Obim run back home.
How will I cope
Without you?
It will be hard,
But grace will help me.
Oh! Don't make me
A widow,
I'm too young
To journey that road.
What a cross
I have to bear!
For making you
My Romeo.
My heart skips
Every night,
As I lie on our bed
Tears my prayer points.
I know you shall return
But if fate wins
The looming fears,
Then, wait for me.
If I can't survive,
The tag of a widow
Then will I hasten the journey
To our second wedding bed.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 4th, 2022 09:10
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem exposes and explores the plights of a woman's emotions. It also decries the fate of women who marry military and paramilitary men. In the absent of their husbands, a lot goes wrong with their psychological being. Women are strong and brave.
- Category: Love
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