The Afternoon Dream Poem by Tony Adah

We could see her heart
Out on the chest thumping
An old breathing was hard
Bandages wound from her
Ankles up to the shins.
At her age
Death was was near
She bothered not about it
She said she would go happily
Because she was still alive,
She only asked for her grandchildren
They were far but near
She would go without a goodbye
My tears gathered drops of melancholy
Death did make me an orphan
That afternoon when my own journey
Was postponed
And her own beyond executed.