Muscle Of The Mind Poem by *Tony Cemaluk Egbuonu

Mama, you saw, suffered, survived, smiled,
Mama, you sunk as sun March 5,2026, to see the Lord.
At 89. In victory.

Your six-year-old son snuffed your worry
over suitable honor for your sun-setted soul.
He is no longer six;
built you an institution;
gave you novel digital immortality.

Weakling? With muscle of the mind
will neither scatter, nor scuttle.
But will remain digitally document-immortalized.

REST IN PEACE. RISE IN LEGACY.
I AM CEMALUK.