Tuesday, March 9, 2010

OUR MURDERED SHADE

Staring at our mourning farm, where our seeds germinated 
Fate seemed to have derailed, all leaves degenerated
Scorching sun all over….our souls dehydrated
Only God has a clue…when all we’ll be rejuvenated
Ooh! Was it an evil hand….to see them terminated?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree!

I recall your wide canopy with tearful nostalgia
Witnessing your demise filled us with insomnia
For cool breeze under you had a soothing euphoria
We shared…we laughed with no withering phobia
But who knows its origin, this soul-sucking maniac?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree! 

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe

(IN MEMORY OF OUR LATE DAD WHO PASSED ON WHEN WE WERE STILL YOUNG.)




4 comments:

25champ said...

Great Post! and thanks 4 stopiing by.

spottedwolf said...

and oft the tree dies...
lest new twigs spring forth...
to shelter root from scorching sky...

so each day lived and each death by spirit survived...
be the all the everything god hath contrived...

Katherine said...

How beautifully written Meshack! I am sorry for the loss of your father!

AWOKEN SOUL! said...

Thanks dear Katherine....many years have gone... grass has grown...leaving room for poetic memories.

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