john chizoba vincent
Is Mary Really Gone? - Poem by john chizoba vincent
IS MARY REALLY DEAD, MOTHER?
Father! I can't see mary and her little china doll
Mother! Where is mary, my little pretty angel?
I saw her battled desperately last night with a
Worldly handsome manclothed in white gown
Where is she now? Where has she gone to
Mother, why are you clapping your hands
And tears dropping angrily from your eyes?
Why do you shake your Head and soliloquize
All Alone in the closet When you ought to get
Ready for the morning journey as usual?
Has anything happened To jelwery, tell me i
Can bear the pains not to shout and Cause?
She wasn't in our midst this morning to sing
The high praise to usas usual.
Her bed is in commotion, her room in disarray.
Her slippers haven't spoken to anyone on the staircase.
I could see her clothes weeping in her room
The curtain, window, wardrope, all quiet and sad
When is mary. Coming home father?
Is mary really gone, mother?
An african princess she was,
The flower of my heart whose leaves blosom
With sparklingeyes that radiate With illuminious
We played along, cracking theair With an ageless
Butterfly heart ready to change our cause among
My love was young, hers was much younger
We tatooed Our Smiles with a golden jelweries
Made for the prince until the air took her away
Mary come back home my heart seek You
Do not break the ageless treasure Of our Soul
Why is death the Only gift life could Offer?
The animal called man in battle to conquer
Yet no hope seen by as all perish gradually.
Come home my dear mary
Mother wait you in tears around your room
In your closet is father supplicating to your chi
When are you coming my dear Mary?
My heart beat fervently to see you again
Hope and faith to seek in resurrection day.
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