Grief
as My Uncle
I've
learnt how to speak in my motherland
as
how a toddler learns how to walk
the
language of grief
I
was taught how to count
as
how young poets reckon poetry lines
the
colours of grief
grief
is my mother tongue
the
language I learnt from my childhood days
the
best food I eat
and
still, here I am
like
a wingless bird
listening
to its melodious songs
dear
uncle grief
I've
heard, learnt, ate &
felt
you enough
remember,
you once promised to me
if I
write to you a poem
you'll
leave my motherland & let us have another beginning
dear
uncle grief
it's
now a new year
&
still, we're enjoying your sweet breakfast
for
the promise you made to me
I
wrote this poem for you
I
beg you leave my motherland
dear
uncle grief, remember
I am
the shattered son
who
worships for you
Another
Beginning
Is
when the scorching sun
Smiles
at our broken hearts
It
is the beginning that terrifies
The
tales that break our hopes
Like
the drops of the drizzle
It
comes with peace
Another
beginning is when we open our teary eyes
Beholding
a peaceful land
Salim Yakubu Akko is a Nigerian writer and poet. He has his works published/forthcoming in Applied Worldwide, World Voices Magazine, Trouvaille Review, Ice Lolly Review, ILA Magazine, Scratch Poetry Magazine, Upwrite Magazine and elsewhere. He has also been shortlisted for the 2021 Bill Ward Prize for Emerging Writers.
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