I once trod upon the pathway of an irreparable loss An irrevocable one that kept my tears streaming down like the Victorian falls. My mother’s untimely exit once fashioned my lacrimal glands They were moulded to become like the smoke that thunders! Then I sobbed and sobbed ceaselessly upon her untimely retirement. But my flood of tears have since then receded with the passage of time as healer. I have had my despair drowned, Drowned by daily routines that did characterise her. I still sob, but with a posthumous intent. A posthumous intent that does resurrect her. She stands resurrected with her laudable legacies. Laudable legacies that constitute her daily revival. Legacies that beam the sun’s rays through tearful floods of grief! Her legacies re-create her in my grief-stricken world. And her legacies re-create her for another world I hope to see.
Joseph C. Ogbonna is a widely published poet. Some of his works have been published in magazines, journals, anthologies, self-published volumes and personal blogs. His poems have been aired by the BBC Radio 3.
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Readily I have my hat made. Skillfully, it has been crafted. It’s bright and just won’t fade. Two precious fabrics were grafted To make this Stetson’s replica.
I wore it on a sunny day To see my fondant Jessica. It was a merry Saturday, The best to exhibit it’s splendour.
En route to her house, it caused a stir, As my regally crowned head raised it. Every eye trailed me with a fixed stare. There never was a hat ever seen Like my Stetson of rare sheen.
Joseph C. Ogbonna is a prolific poet from Nigeria. He is published. He is also an Amazon International Best Selling Co-author. He lives in Enugu, Nigeria.
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