Thirty-One Summers and Counting – Poem
by Ama Danesi
In your hurry, you left bones behind
and the heat of thirty-one summers.
Sunset’s not the end of time –
interrupts the rendezvous of a carved image.
I feel your light upon my waters,
I know you are in His.
I pray your heart healed as
it caught up with the Sun.
Stalled timeline, memorialized on Facebook.
Now we live and die on full display
You no longer appear as People-I-Know.
I miss reminders of your birthday – like today.
Happy Birthday to my little one, Imah-Obong- who is resting above.