The Widower (An original poem).

“Every griever must find their own way. For it is a lonely journey, this path of living life after losing a loved one. Take your time, take your bitter-sweet time…” ~Author Unknown~

memoriesThe Widower

An ordinary full moon
Not a whisper of warning
No signs to alert me
Night came in stealth, so suddenly
As I lay here in sleep
Beside the keeper of my heart
And in her womb nestled my unborn seed
Night came at that pregnant hour
When dusk and dawn meet in embrace
And like a coward, it scurried away before I awoke
It left long before I could catch my breath
Night came empty-handed
And left with both hands full!

those we loveAnd so when she died
The music died with her too
And as they put her down
Beneath the Udala tree
I sank to my knees and cried
And mourned for the loss of two
Seasons have come, seasons have gone
And yet the keeper of my heart
Holds on to it still
I feel her breath fanning my skin
In the rustling of the cassava leaves
She sings a lonely, haunting melody
With the lost creatures of the night.
somedayEvery once and again
She comes with the pouring rain
And as the waters drench my skin
And touch my quivering lips
I weep, for I taste her salty tears
And on every night with a full moon
I go to sleep and cry in my dreams
Praying fervently that tonight be the night
When night comes again in stealth, so suddenly
And finally takes me back home
Home, to the keeper of my heart.

(c) ‘Kego Onyido

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