Image Credit: Pexels- MART PRODUCTION Today I sent a short note to heaven, To my grandma beyond those skies. I told her how I miss her nighttime stories, And those wrinkles around her eyes. First, I tried looking on the porch, To see if she still sat in her chair. But I thought I again…

Image Credit: Unsplash- Tim Winkler Where do I go, When my time finishes here? Do I return to the dust, Or does my sojourn continue, as I walk in tears? Where do I go, When I heave my last breath? Does everything end here, Or will I find life on another side on this earth?…

Image Credit: Pexels- cottonbro studio Before you go, Richelieu, Take a part of me with you. So I will be there by your side, In all that you will do. Before you go, Richelieu, my friend, Let me hug you for one last time, For I want your scent to remind me, Whenever I’m reciting…

Image Credit: Pexels- Anne Svets When I look at you, my grandchild, You remind me of me, When I, too, was a child, Squinting beside my granny’s knees. Your eyes and how they stare, Your lips and how they smile; Whenever I see your face, My mind runs back to the past too far. When…

Image Source: Pexels- Pixabay You won’t find me at a funeral, Cause I’m at the end of a beautiful story. If you wish to find me, Look for me not at the mortuary. You won’t find me among naysayers, For I despise such gathering. If you want to see me face to face, Watch a…

Image Source: Unsplash- Sandor Rodriguez Castro Playing tic-tac-toe, And hide-and-seek; Racing round the camp, With old tires every day of the week. Building a spider’s house; Decorating it with flowers, Like during the dry season, Oh! it was some season to remember. Playing our game of “ouui” when the moon was up; Running round the…

Image Source: Pexels- lil artsy Sometimes, heroes don’t wear uniforms. Sometimes, they have furs. Sometimes, to show their feelings, They usually purr. Sometimes, they aren’t that beautiful; They have prickling whiskers. Sometimes, they don’t bark to be heard, Cause they are silent saviors. Sometimes, you don’t know if they are heroes, But watch their movements…

When my days are numbered And I’m no longer here Open my books and read my poems If they make you sad, please hold back your tears When my days are numbered And the sun rises each morn without me Remember our days at the park And the games we played behind the moringa tree…

If I had the chance to sit with you tonight, I would look you in the eyes, The way I always do,  Whenever I see you smile. If I had the chance to be by your side tonight, I would tell you all the funniest jokes, That would keep you laughing; And I wouldn’t stop…

I carry you in songs unsung. I carry you in quiet ways. Looking back to the time we shared, I think those were the best of days. Curled up beside your wobbly legs; Listening as you tell those stories, But now that you are no longer here, I will forever cherish those memories. I carry…