Hey, Big Guy Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Hey, Big Guy



Hey, guy, why did you take her?
Big guy, why did you take my mother?
Why, why, tell me, why,
Why, she served, she tried.
Big guy, tell me why.
Why did you take her without my consent,
Without informing me, throwing me in the mist sorrow?

I showed you, Yea, I told you.
You lied, before I took her, I told you.

When, tell me, when?
When I was caught in pleasure's den?

In your dreams son,
I showed you and told you: e'en your mom.

But I didn't understand,
You didn't make me understand!
You said you wanted to take one of us,
But wasn't specific on why and how: that was forced.
You shouldn't have done that,
Why did you take her?

I wanted her to rest of her toil,
I want her to come here and enjoy.

Forget it guy, forget it!
Who told you she wouldn't enjoy here?
You should have given us all we need,
And see if she wouldn't enjoy here.
You should have decked us with wealth,
Embroider us with long health,
Borrow us out to comfort,
Make us mate with peace and joy.
And see whether or not she would enjoy.

You have no idea of what you're saying,
I know its not you: it's your emotions speaking.
She's done with her duty on here,
Allow her in heaven a peaceful rest.

Who does that? Tell me!
No accolades for her duties fulfilled.
You couldn't give her a decade of luxury,
Then tuck her into the sleeve of heaven?
You mean her reward lies only in heaven?
No thumb up at all, or a broad kiss?
Than in your heaven:
Earth her haven?
Com'on, the woman prayed,
Fasted, praised, willingly paid
Her offerings and tithes,
Drawn her children to you tight,
And now you talk of heaven reward:
While she died with her award?
Big guy, I don't mean to be rude,
The thought of it was just overwhelming.
Though proud sickness suck her health and did sting.
Well, you were just looking, then you tossed your rule.

They wanted her before now,
But I'd kept her
This far
Till I have death allowed.
Weep for your world not her,
Wail for nations with scars,
Adjust your seatbelt, fasten yourselves,
Tighten the slackened, cobble the rent.
Her time is done with victory,
But tell others, about them I worry.

Big guy, sure you won this one,
Yet you shouldn't have killed mom.
18: 11: 15: 10: 06

Note: My mom died. November 13,2018.

😢

Thursday, November 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naila Rais 31 December 2018

Rip..... May God she rest in peace! Wonderful tribute and exposure of feelings... Naila

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success