THE WIDOW

Dedicated to all widow and single parent

When will the Widow stop wearing Black,

Their Heart is full of pain

Over their lost companion

The memory is still verdant

Just like the beautiful Hycinth

Their day is now full of Darkness

Their Hope is in nakedness

The cross of Two,

now lay on a single shoulder

Their ward can't stop weaping

Infact their tears,

has become an ocean,

Through them,

the Mirror of Humanity,

can be seen...

hun...their meak is going watering

because no one to massage

their flip flop ball.

When you see my mother,

throw a rainbow at her

she is mean't to be a keeper

of love.

This is my ode,

To those that lost,

their Romeo

By: Samuel Kayode Akinbo

talktokay20042002@yahoo.ca

From: Nigeria