POEM: SOME STORIES ARE TOO SAD TO TELL by Daniel Singfuri Yohanna

 

(For Late Joseph Yohanna)

The heart of a broken boy 

Is now woefully sagging again

And Mama’s old rue breasts 

Thirst sour melancholy again.

Our hearts are heavy; tough luck, 

Distress are now wholeheartedly laughing 

At us, for a gloomy morning breeze 

Has dawn its dawning on us again.

I sat legs crossed with folded hands

On Mama’s old raffia mat beside mama

Sucked in distress, grieving, weeping, 

Staring at the fine, lovely picture of the fresh pumpkin.

I sat there with my left skinny hand 

Waging my bony jaw, tears dropping,

Mourning the lost of the fresh pumpkin 

In our sag broken homestead.

Perhaps, I should mourn no more

For the fresh uprooted pumpkin 

Is up there joyfully dining with the peace 

Of heaven while we mourn down here.

Daniel Singfuri Yohanna is a young prolific writer residing in Ahoada East, Rivers State, Nigeria. He is currently serving there as a Corp Member. His works have appeared in numerous magazines, and he is the author  of "Heaven's Gate And Other Poems."