Grief

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Worn out by a life of disgrace,
You allowed me to pass-on at a tender age,
In my darkest hour,
You became angry with everyone,
And rejected their sincere advise,
I suffered for your carelessness.

I groaned helplessly,
I would have been saved,
Had you and your husband,
Not disagreed with the doctor’s medications,
But I was too young to know,
I’ve filed a case in paradise!

Was it true that papa didn’t want to re-invest in me?
Or you didn’t persuade him enough,
Ha! Mama are you not my true mother?
Did you find me from the forest?
Shouldn’t you have fought to keep me;
from the world of the dead?

Did I bring reproach to your name?
If you were tired of backing a girl;
I quote you; ‘who refused to walk at two’
why harbor me in the first place?
I’m not a child anymore,
My spirit now has come of age.

Your sudden adoption of our traditional therapy,
Made you wiser than all the Pastors, Doctors, and Nurses!
So in my sick bed you fed me ‘your urine’
I demand to know dear ugly mama,
Was that what your mother administered
to your sickness at my age?

Ask the Lord to show you your faults,
Learn from the costly mistakes,
Loosing your first daughter,
I was looking forward to play at the children’s church,
May the lord spare your other children to join them,
Shall I go on and on again?
I seize my voice till ye meet me at home.

© All Rights Reserved. Johnson O. J. Arumona. 2006

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