What wouldn’t I give?
What wouldn’t I give
To hear you chuckle once more?
What wouldn’t I give
To see you totter once more?
What wouldn’t I give?
For your crying to keep me awake all night
Once more?
What wouldn’t I?
What is it
That I couldn’t give?
I am broken,
From the day he breathed his last,
His warm body going cold in my embrace,
Tears dripping on his peaceful lifeless face,
My heart broke,
Shards of my broken heart pierced every nerve in my body,
Shrapnel of sorrow cut deep into my soul
And lodged there-permanently
An ever-gnawing pain.
What wouldn’t I give
To hold you once more son?
Today,
I listened to the psychiatrist,
She said
My son is in a better place
But, my three-year-old daughter,
Is not okay
My husband too
Is not okay.
She said I have to start living,
To start living for them.
How do I live again…
Yet, I was buried with my son?
S.K. KYENZE
09/02/2024
