DOMINIC PREMPEH


The Epitaph - Poem by DOMINIC PREMPEH

“This is the woman
With whom life flourished
She was that woman
Without whom life perished”

She was a mother of four
Her slogan was love
It was scribbled on her door
And a symbol on her room floor

She swaddled us past the river in flooding
And always put us into laughing
She gave us enough we never went famine
She gave us a better living

Her demise was regrettable
Her transition was inconsolable
Her words are unforgettable
And her love was unquenchable.

(Dedicated to my mum, Victoria Asantewaa, who died on May 1996)

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Epitaph


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Mum's death was too harsh to bear. At eleven, I could not write anything on that. Now she would have it in avalanche.

Comments about The Epitaph by DOMINIC PREMPEH

  • Liza Sudina (10/13/2015 12:34:00 PM)

    Nice tribute to beloved mother! I feel how you miss her! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 13, 2015



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