It's A Poem Of Remembering Someone Dear To My Heart. Poem by Joseph Ikhenoba

ALL I HAD
The clanging bells from the Thames forge
Have once again woken the harpy eagles
To their disposition.
With sledge hammers and tongs
Each clawing towards a furnace and an anvil.
He was all I had.
On cold, sodded marshes of brown peat
We dug and pulled sprouted cassavas
Into woven, wooden baskets
Under blue, crispy skies
In grim silence of the golden hearth.
Although we have done this all our lives
Like buzzing bees, sucking sweet nectars,
And waxing them, bit by bit into honey hives.
Momentarily, on a black August,
He slumped on the field.
My balloons thumped, crystal balls freckled,
Is he gone with the wind?
I thundered in prayers and blurriness
Staring at a mournful dove.
Then, the albatross in the white apron appeared.
"He's gone with the wind."
The steamy ocean in me over flooded
As I rattled at his bedside, tearing the earth apart.
I recalled his coral black strands,
And sea-nymph crystal balls gawking at mine
Hoping we could dig again on the sodded earth.