I loathe early morning call
Irrespective of who calls
Thinking that it is a harbinger
Of bad news
Either breaking news
Of death
Or accident
Of family or friends
Or just anything bad
Forgive me if it sounds
Superstitious
But this morning
I was woken up
By one call too many
From my cousin, Sanda,
That shattered my eardrum
Announcing the demise
Of Gogo
In the wee hours of today
My father's only surviving sister
The last amazon that stood in the gap
For my siblings and I
Leaving me in pains
What a way to start a day!
(c) Chris Jibero. 22/08/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we pray for your strength