Still Numb Poem by Mutsawashe Museredza

Still Numb
I try call your number, only to be answered its not available,
I come back to my reality, that you are no longer with us.
I try find you among your friends, business partners, you are not there.
When I call dad, l am close to asking how is mama, he still healing his wound,
Of being a widower, that will be insulting, .
Still numb.
Its been second year after your untimely demise, but am still to come to the reality,
Our minds were, in no way prepared to this plight, in our life time, we never had a dream that one day we would lose you. When you were under doctors scrutiny, we were just absorbed in that there were just routine checks.
Only to be put under the knife twice, the last operation, saw a stupendous wound on your right thigh, that accelerated the spread of, the sarcoma cancer, in less than a year it was diagnosed to be stage four, heartbreaking indeed, on palliative care, for three days after the doctor`s decree,
you left us.
Still numb
Like the anesthetic's, dose into theater, I seem like I was in overdose, as l begin to feel your absence and pain two calendar years after your departure,
Now my babies born just a few months after you checked out, who will, tell them manners, who will counsel my better half, it seem unbearable,
Only the legacy of your undying love for us, training us from the Book of Eli.
We will pass it on to generations, through the enabling power of The Almighty,
The giver of life and who takes.
Only time will tell, and heal.
Still numb

Mutsa Museredza(8 August 28,2021)