.........Her final sleep, a tribute.

Silence….

I had kept water on the fire to boil for you said

You needed a hot bath

Now the water is done

But, you are far gone.

‘ had placed your favorite meal

On the table where you dine

Now the food is here

But you………..there.

You asked that in the new year

I give a call,

Your phone I beep

But...... you had taken to you final sleep.

When, will u take your bath,

When, will you eat your food,

When will you pick my call,

When, will you again smile,

When will you again,

hand me envelope for Christmas

when will you again hold Bamiro

as you laugh to my funny jokes.

When again wil…..…….ah

Life, why feed on death

To give birth?

Sleep well, woman of chaste

Your story a has made yours

A good sleep…..bye mummy Bamiro.

Though not soon, at His feet

We shall meet….

And you cancer, You hope for this note

to be unromantic but in it,

Her smiles are as potent and audible

as ever………SHAME!