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| Christina Nana Araba Asamoah |
Sorrow
Pain
Abject Misery?
Is it lunacy to want to shout;
No!
Remain!
Stay with me!?
I would that he'd not knocked on our door
Touched your flesh with his icy digits
And snatched you from us
I'm afflicted with
Seeming streams of salty tears
Threatening to reduce me to a
Pathetic Puddle;
A pitiful mess.
You are gone way too soon
And I truly begin to wonder
Why death dolls out, such;
Sorrow
Pain
Misery
Torment of never seeing you again.
~Daixy~
Some say we should have seen it coming. After two strokes, why should we have expected her to survive? But you see, those who say that didn't see her the last time I did, before she left for her home. She'd stepped out of our guest room dressed to the nines in a gorgeous kaba and slit. It wasn't really the outfit or her neatly pulled back hair that struck me that day though. It was the smirk she wore when she walked out the room and the confident stride she took up. She looked ready to face the world...ready to fight.
I wish I'd taken a picture...
