Two Face Poem by Aseso Omollo

Compassionate Mother Theresa,

Too good to be true?

This dream to last I pray,

Opened mine eyes,

And all seemed surreal –

Face One


Why Mum...why?

Did you have to leave,

Without that last goodnight,

And I do miss,

That warm embrace, voice of home,


Hydra tentacles – choking,

Dark clouds gather – black ravens hover,

This nightmare to end I pray,

Opened mine eyes,

Wry smile of dark angel-

Face Two


Called me ‘son,

What a pun!


She came after you left –

At least Dad did smile,

And I still wish you were here,

Now...more,


Woke up this morn

Warm yellow beaming o'er me,

And I said – Life Stinks!

Still, there is today