Bowl of joy garnished with grief
Bland emotions – bland beyond belief
Or why should the loss of a dear one
Wrestle with the birth of God’s son?
If prayer could be offered for the dead
My missive to heaven would have read:
Would it ever cost you a dime
To send her down just one time
That I may relish one final session
In Lexis, in Structure, in Summary, in Comprehension… ?
Please – one final, endless lecture in English?
But no, heaven isn’t prodigal to grant every wish.
But how would a tutor of my favourite subject
Abruptly become Death’s prime target?
And why, I asked, of all Diseases, cancer?
But Diseases were mute and Death gave no answer.
This is dedicated to Mrs. Boladale a teacher of my favorite subject in secondary school (English Language). She left the scene on 22nd December, 2010 – the Wednesday before Christmas.
R. I. P.