Grace Poem by Hannington Mumo


Rating: 5.0

One misty morning Grace came to my little house,
The drizzling clouds had soaked her purple blouse
And her rounded eyes sparkled with rain and lust;
I kissed her dewy lips as any savvy gentleman must.

“Life is dreary without your warmth”, she said
As she threw her handbag on the rumpled bed;
I removed her shoes and her sopping attire
And at her behest quenched her restless fire.

“Let’s go see my parents “, she begged with care,
“Promise you’ll marry me”, she stroked my hair,
I squinted into her eyes and with the last kiss
Accepted her requests in the scintillating bliss.

We trekked till our feet were sore
From ten in the morning to nearly four,
But when we reached their estate
She went in fast and locked the gate.

Alone I considered my fate in the lonely dark,
The dogs punctuated my thoughts with a kindly bark,
The sporadic owl hooted to signal the inevitable menace
And the few stars overhead smiled to lighten my face.

What was my mistake, Grace?
I have been asking myself all the days
The wrong I did you on that drizzly day
That love with hate you chose to pay.

Thursday, September 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss
Lorraine Colon 28 October 2015

There certainly is a mystery surrounding these events that you write about. But this poem held my attention from beginning to end. Very well done and enjoyable to read.

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Liza Sudina 24 September 2015

so nice! you are so kind! not angry - but ask questions! warm heart!

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Allotey Abossey 24 September 2015

Beautiful poem well written. Good work

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