If I had tears to shed
I'd have shed volumes,
For your memories, like the series of a book dominate my brain in volumes
And make tears easy to shed;
So I won't see you 'gain nor hear
That your sonorous voice and special laughter
Ringing like the jingle bell in my ear
At the Christmas altar
No more! No more!
You're gone and only your memories
Will remain buried in our hearts like berries
For you're no more!
I've no tears to shed anymore
For deaths to me matter no more!
Dirge Iii
Emmanuel Inya Otu-nwachi
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/23/2020
Poet's note: This is the last of the poems which the poet wrote to mourn his deceased cousin. In it the poet continues to recall shared memories but says he has no more tears to shed.
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Poem topics: christmas, laughter, voice, special, hear, brain, remain, easy, book, matter, gain, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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