The moon calls my name fate shivers in terror. Is he now late or is this a piece of horror?
Stormed by mind tapes inscribed by good days. Weights of shared affection and passion are now buried in the sand of memories and imaginations.
The earth weeps, as it is being whipped. The world's greatest gift, Is about to be enclosed in it.
Darkness embrace the earth, Stings of viral sadness is felt. Loved one's soaked in the river of tears, My beloved Mom was drenched in the rain of fear.
As the earth opened it mouth, Memories from good old days began to replay, Of how we rushed home from school at the end of the day to see your loving face.
Running back through time, I recall how you answered many of our questions with just a stunning smile. Turning back the wheels of the clock, I am overwhelmed by the affection you showed your flocks.
Six feet down, the heavens frown. Hoping we meet again, never to part again.
My tear filled soul can only say I MISS YOU.
Dedicated to the loving memories of my father Late Pastor Ejiro Sajini