The last time I saw you,
Something was not right.
It was pouring with rain that Christmas
And that most often dulls
My mood…but then the rain stopped and I still felt sad
The way you bothered to bring
All my rubber boots for the muddy
And long journey home
Made me feel sad about what was to come
How photo shoots became part
Of all the last feasts we had with you
Is one thing I’ll always prize
For they are symbols of
Life and tell family tales
Nine months to your rest you asked that
We don’t wear black when laying you
To rest…but I didn’t want such sad talk.
Lighting a candle for you,
We’ll nevermore forget you
Rest in Peace, Mom
©Martha Namirembe 16 April 2020
Martha N. 