I thought it was a day of celebration,
but it turned a day of vibration.
I thought it would be jingle bells,
but it turned to be funeral bells.
I thought is was a day of His birth,
but it turned to be a day of your death!
That's why sometimes i think,
may be He was not born on this very day!
Perhaps it dated back in October,
the twenty fifth which I also got born!
How can it be, such a strange Christmas?
'Hellooooo.. can you here me..?
I still love you..
Hellooo... can you here me now..? '
Oh! sorry, I thought I am yelling!
Kumbe it's just these thoughts of mine!
The dramatic monologue is very refined but nostalgic. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well articulated piece of poetry depicting conflicting emotions and thoughts on Christmas day, a day of celebration which is also a day of mourning as the subject's mother took a flight into eternity. It's a nice poem with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Thanks Chinedu Dike