by ‘Bukola Ibirogba
Mommy does not smile anymore,
Her eyes no longer light up with joy.
I remember nights when she cried herself sore,
And I have realized that,
We would go on,
We would go on.
Though something beautiful dwells inside us,
all has turned to stone.
It has been eighteen years and counting.
I can barely remember your face,
Ivie is an adult now and doubting
if she ever heard your voice or felt your gaze,
It is hard but, we shall go on
Without you, through the years
of pain and raw bewilderment,
brutal and angry tears.
We struggled to eat from day to day,
Pangs of hunger, the scourge of kwashiorkor.
We had no place to lay
and we thought you would walk through that door.
We survived and
we shall go on
Without you, we will heal,
Though love may labor in the heart,
The loss conceals the joy.
I am grown now, and I cannot forget
How other children laughed at me,
Prize-giving days when you were absent,
Birthdays you did miss, tears you did not see,
So much pain, but
we shall go on
Without you, life goes on,
But neither hope nor happiness
may undo what you have done.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
‘Bukola Ibirogba is a recent graduate of Law from the University of Ibadan. She draws inspiration for her poetry from her love for God and everyday issues.
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