Hearts Many Touched
Like a bolt out of the blue
Flew fear into my saddened
heart;
Anguish, bottled in rage,
Like a genie waiting to exhale,
At fringes of my mind gnawed.
But although bad news all
shattered,
My world out of sync spinning,
I,
In pain, better imagined,
writhing,
Solace, to me a window opened.
Condolences from far and near
Via electronic mails, calls
flowed
And soon, buoyed on a river of
hope,
I couldn’t but see the passing
of a star.
When death its worst has done
In arrogance swaggering, dead
drunk,
If those whose hearts Ihuaku
touched
And, if truth be told, many they
were,
A dirge to her gentle soul daily
sing,
We who mourn can only but win.
Lagos, January 3, 2014
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