One Final Blow

I lost my Light.
And God said, ‘’let there be darkness.’’
She was my Salvation.
January  16th was her final day on earth.

January  20th was her resting day.
Not a cloud in sight
she was supported by the strength of seven shoulders   
aunties placed layer after layer of sacred ufimata  
as she was carefully lowered to the pit.

Tears fell  from the eyes of the lonely children.
The heart alone ached away as the body grew  heavy
burdens started to build
emotions  stirred
unfamiliar feelings formed.
Taking pictures was a distraction
to keep that emptiness from the world
making people think I’m fine but deep down I’m not.

Now,  home is not Home anymore.
I can’t  bear stepping inside
waiting patiently for that perfect moment
when someone makes a mistake
let all these daggers and knives burst into their nasty faces
seeing it come out like a hurricane
attacking all the houses and killing
millions of people
in one blow.

Gwen.P