Pieces Of Grief Poem by Frank Okoth

Easy to conclude, tough to initiate.
The subject pleasure, the object daughter,
Her guard from dawn, her terror from dusk.
Her Father at day, her husband at night.
Dark during day, bright throughout night.
A day of poetry, days of grief.

Disclosed happiness, enclosed grief.
I love my enemy, I despise my friend,
My ally without, within foe.
Bitter as an orange, sweet as lemon.
Such a day of poetry, such a life of grief.

The umbrella for the Rain, the rain with the flood.
The sunscreen for the sun, the sun with the drought.
The heat for the snow, the snow with the ice.
Such a piece of poetry, such pieces of grief.