Our Wife Is Gone Poem by Tony Adah

Our Wife Is Gone



Our wife is gone
Now that our house is down
Broken and wind done the roof in pieces
We are sullen and broken at heart
Losing two things at once

The house is down
But through the broken walls
We can see our wife going
Head stuffed with luggage
Back and hands full of longings
Her steps slow
Her eyes not looking back
She's going
She's gone
Now that the forest is a desert!

Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abubakar Abdulkadir 29 July 2015

Painful and emotionally studded. short and stupendous

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 29 July 2015

Truly, a wife is the gardener that keeps the garden of life blooming and green.Loved reading the poem.

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