TRIBUTE POEM TO MY LATE GRANDMOTHER WHO HAS PASSED AWAY

RIP MS HYACINTH MAY EVANS – 6TH OF JUNE 1926 – JUNE 2014

I FEEL THE FLAMES FROM OLD ORANGE CANDLES,
STILL DANCING AND SMOKING FROM THE VOICE IN THE WIND
IT WAS ONLY YESTERDAY,
THAT THE OWL HOOTED UPON THE SURFACE OF OUR ROOF,
EMBRACING THE SPIRIT OF FRESH SILENCE FROM A NEW SIGNATURE,
THE END OF A LONG SWEET SONG,
OUR MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER HAS GONE,
SHE TILLED THE LAND FOR MANY YEARS,
IN A BOASTFUL DANCE FILLED WITH ENERGY.
AND YET, IT FEELS AS IF SHE IS STILL HERE,
URGING US FROM A DISTANCE TO REJOICE
AND TO CONTINUE FROM WHERE SHE LEFT OFF,

LIFE IS BLESSED WITH MANY FARMS
“THE GRASS NEEDS CUTTING ” I CAN HEAR HER SAY
LIFE REMAINS A JOURNEY …
GO OUT, SOW, REAP . THEN HARVEST

SHE SAID GOOD BYE BEFORE DEPARTING
AND TO OUR RELIEF
THE STILL SPACE WAS FILLED WITH SIGNALS
IT WAS HER WAY, OF PASSING ON “THE BLESSINGS”

SO SHALL WE MOURN IN GRIEF UNTIL OUR CLOTHES BECOME DUSTY AND OUR SKIN BECOMES DRY?

SHALL WE PACE THE EARTH LIKE LOST SHEEP, DRESSED IN THE SADNESS OF RED EYEBALLS?

AS I PEEP INTO THE PAGES OF THE PAST,
AND THE ALBUM I ONCE SHARED WITH HER,
I HEAR HER VOICE ….
URGING US TO CELEBRATE
AND LIVE UP TO THE DANCE

RIP FOR NOW

WE WILL MISS YOU DEARLY

Tony Tokunbo Fernandez