AMEN!

SO ENDS
My prayer for Gogo
This rainy night,
Wedded by freezing breeze,
Brought fond memories of you.

I SEE YOU
In the mirror Gogo:
Even in the darkest times of the night
I see you still;
I close my eyes. I go back to
Teenageville -
It all comes clear, bold and real.

I LONG
To kiss the sweet aroma
Eavesdropping from your kitchen,
Testament of easterly soups.

A MILLION
Strolls we made to the stream:
Fermented cassava and breadfruit -
Our lot and craft,
Graced your firm palms;
Washed clothes left to dry on Idoto greens.

THOSE LOFTY
Hands that squeezed oranges...
Juices flowing into my tender palms;
Those lumped balls
Of fufu into my lusty mouth;
Relished taste after taste
Of the oft testified bitter leaf soup.

YOUR BEAUTIFUL
Cursive writings
Underlined your years of British exposure;
That blank note you gave me to scribble,
I'll ink it with love
Filled with fondest memories -
Wide as West Oakland to West Africa:
Confluence
Of creativity and new friendships.

AS A
Greying hair speaks of age and grace,
Gogo, your's seneraded strength and stay,
Until that dark-dressed death
Broke and sucked away your breath!
But not your towering legacies,
Long built with pride and aces!

AMEN!