The Paper On Her Chest Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Am sorry
I didn’t let in from the storm
Though was for- went outdoors
To clothes mine harvest there-
Sorry I watch you beg neath-
Know- I locked the storm away
So may not my precious rug ruin-
Sorry- you were there all night!

And sorry too
I the details not tell-
That a nail there hid waiting injure
As lured thee where hated
Sorry I walked from- while ache
That didn’t ease too while cry on
When my word you say- could tend
Sorry- I took leave then

Sorry, I prithee sorry- my love
That didn’t stop you from falling
When my caution could have save
That weak was- and dangerous too
The rail I chide you too- to go cough
How your sneeze- my disgust reared
And though I didn’t bring there now
I say sorry- you’re wheeled around there

From heart mine now- this sorry
That your virus eats deep on
And I forget prescription yours
That too you are sick- sometimes
As smoke on and write here
I didn’t the cancer put there- though
Yet sorry, sorry from my heart
-Be all I can!

And for those- came not’ forgive too
For if freeze- won’t help from
Though warmth mine idly lay there
For if drown wouldn’t save thee
Though hands mine- there folds by-
And too- when fire art you
And request wink to quench- I’d deny thee
-Yes I love you so’ that you daze me

Know yet I for love granted- grateful
And though may never hear- say
I this paper here- all hold
And as your burial hence, shall chest lay-
You- whose death suffers me still-