Adieu mama

Daniels-Adudu Darlintine Uche


Notice of absence from Daniels-Adudu Darlintine Uche
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The pains are endless

The medicines are helpless

Her body is lifeless

Nneanyi is gone

Akagiaku is gone

Mama is gone

The illness is dead too

By the grave side

The sun has gone down too fast

The trees are dancing

The birds are playing

The cloud is weak

It is raining

Tears is raining

Every cheek is wet

Every eyes are red

Our bloods are boiling

Lower

Lower lower

Lower lower lower

The casket kisses the grave

Golden silence as tears runs down again

Dust for dust

Sand for sand

Earth for earth

The thirsty grave is quenched

The hungry grave is full

Laid down below six feet

Rest in peace

It is finished

Nneanyi is gone

Akagiaku is gone

Mama is gone

Tears runs riots again

Cries pierced through silence

Step by step

Shoulder to shoulder

The silence is broken again

The day is busy

The day is old

The wind is fast asleep

All conflicting and complimenting each other

The sound of the walk was so loud

Whispers is alive again

The clouds go dark again

Walking down the hills

Walking back home

It was like a thousand miles

Can't say goodbye to mama

At last she is resting in peace

Nneanyi is gone

Akagiaku is gone

Mama is gone

Not gone too soon

Over three scores and ten

89 is the number

All is not lost

She nurtured ambassadors

Her footsteps are engraved in the sand of history

 Adieu mama.

  • Author: Daniels-Adudu Darlintine Uche (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2023 06:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: When my mother passed away, half of me died with her and i thought the world has come to an end. As a matter of fact, my world changed; i start to learn how to breath, walk, talk, live and view things again - socially, physically, spiritually and politically.
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Comments2

  • Mello

    remember she lives through you. great poem.R,I.P

  • 2781


    i asked my mother as she lay dying what would I do. She said a greater than me will be with you. We live on through our ancestry, the ones who planted precious seed. Your honor is noted.



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