Now He is Gone Forever
I wrote this when my friend Esther Ijey lost her dad and that same week I lost my uncle Mr. Nwachukwu. This is my first poem ever, so let me know what you think.
He was born so little, he was never tall
Yet they all saw him in a way taller than all.
There was a new feeling of optimism.
Is that a hope?
Do you call it faith?
As he grew older and older.
So also he grew taller and taller.
But in the other way,
I saw him growing shorter.
No am not being pessimist,
It's a fait accompli
It's the reality,
It's the truth not a phantom.
The older he get,
The closer he get to the grave.
And now he is gone forever,
Never to return to his little Esther again.
Rest in peace daddy Ijey
You will forever be remembered.
Yet they all saw him in a way taller than all.
There was a new feeling of optimism.
Is that a hope?
Do you call it faith?
As he grew older and older.
So also he grew taller and taller.
But in the other way,
I saw him growing shorter.
No am not being pessimist,
It's a fait accompli
It's the reality,
It's the truth not a phantom.
The older he get,
The closer he get to the grave.
And now he is gone forever,
Never to return to his little Esther again.
Rest in peace daddy Ijey
You will forever be remembered.
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