The night my father died,
A shooting star zoomed
down the empty sky
in a long line of fire.
The Early morning bird
hooted a sad mournful song
on the bough of an Iroko tree.
Father had been accepted
by his maker
his spirit had gone straight to
heaven not missing the way.
When father died,
my mother’s eyes twinkled
and she shed tears of sorrow.
Mother’s face was shadowed
in deep misery &
the whole world went blank before her eyes.
The night my father died,
my mother felt thoroughly abandoned
like a stone at the bottom of a lake ,
silence sank like sad music in her heart
& descended on her in pitiable layers.