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[New post] I, the chief mourner By Sylvester Kwakye
The Rising Phoenix Review posted: " I, the chief mourner on these ancestral grains of sand,my mother watched her mama's eyelids tenure a closure. she was a teenager with vibrant ignorance of her body& like the calabash for the virgin Sunday wine, she loved the company of boys;" The Rising Phoenix Review
on these ancestral grains of sand, my mother watched her mama's eyelids tenure a closure.
she was a teenager with vibrant ignorance of her body & like the calabash for the virgin Sunday wine,
she loved the company of boys; their exuberance made her forget her worries. she found love in the wrong hands.
the world that had already given clues of being no better with shreds of the cemetery whispers had her sleeping on the night bed
for her demise. she woke up anesthetized after the cesarean operation with a son. flirting with the new little boy in tears, she complained
the midwives said it was of those goddamnit pains that could be ignored but the autopsy found a tubal rupture with massive hematoma
mom left. I was too young to see her eyelids take those permanent closure my grandpa stares at that picture with teary eyes — my wife, my daughter
he said. I giggled the little joy on my cheeks because I asked that one question who are those in this picture, gran-gran?
I faded into silence thinking about his loss
his wife? his daughter?
my grandma? my mama?
where are they?
fire creeps beneath my skin my heart sobs I hold my tears up
By Sylvester Kwakye
Biography:
Sylvester Kwakye is a Ghanaian medical student, and author of "Flying From Nectar To Hive", a full-length poetry collection. His poems have been published or accepted for publication in Writing Woman Anthology Vol 3, New Note Poetry, Metachrosis Literary Magazine, Cool Beans Lit & Passionfruit Review.
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