The Death Of My House Poem by Samuel Kegwaro

My house is beautifully furnished,
with paraphernalia for a comfortable life.
Her living room is splendid,
her kitchen good for my health.
Her bedroom intrigues me.
Oh! my beautiful house.

The floor of my house is diaphanous;
complete with expert artistry.
Her walls burnished cream and brown,
Her roof beautifully festooned,
leaving me exuberant.
Oh! my beautiful house.

My beautiful house is now askew,
her former image irredeemable.
Her kitchen leaves me desolate,
her inexorable roof in disarray.
Oh! my beautiful house is sick!

Yesternight,
My beautiful house breathed her last,
without intimation.
Her incredulous death,
leaving me an orphan.
Oh! my beautiful house has caved in.