Dearly beloved starts the priest
It causes my heart to clench
And my eyes to flood
You, my beloved is absent.
I should be happy
I should be wearing a white veil to cover my flooded eyes
I should be gripping a bouchet of roses
I should be looking in your eyes
We are gathered here today he continues
The dam breaks as my heart breaks
tears pours down my eyes
and sobs force themselves from my mouth.
In memory of he says
As sadness consumes me
Black veil doing very little to cover the tears on my face
A single rose in my hand for the place where you lay,
eyes forever closed off to me and the rest of the world.
By Eva. O. Eke-Metoho
Poetry with Eva 