PURGE - 'Kóre AKARAKÌRÌ

TO LOVE IS TO GRIEVE 

Birth and Death,

Both are long lasting,

Both could be said to be permanent,

For as the cry of a new born is permanent in the life of the parents,

So do the tears of the bereaved flow through the river of time. 

When we live, we wade off thoughts of departure 

In a bid to enjoy the present and the becoming,

But when we live and love,

It's give-and-take

We'll surely grieve and be grieved over. 

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RECUPERATION 

A hand to hold on a sick bed,

Eyes to look after you,

Legs to walk the walks you're suspended from,

Hands to carry and lift your feeble frame. 

The soul that cares,

Lips that pray for you,

Even eyes that sob seeing you weak,

A spirit that hopes you rise back to your feet. 

These are the drugs to recuperate.

So if you're lucky to get them,

You'll live,

Even if not here,

But there,

You'll live. 

©'Kore Akarakiri

Edited by Marcel 

Poet's note:

Poetry, a purge and reflection of memories and emotions. Here is a purge of my emotions as I witnessed the death of a close friend's dad and this is to his memories... Rest well Adedayo Akanji.