(Apropos of Timamu Ahmed Lowe)
Along the banks
Of timed wrinkles,
Flowing meandering tears
Slowly trail into a sea
Of keloid memories
Salted with grief’s love…
A wordless picture
Sits screaming silent joy
Of a God warrior:
The silent joy of His peace…
Yearning becomes sacred
In the love and joy God gives;
Happy is the grieving heart
With a mind always aware:
Though you have passed away,
You are never gone from me...
The legacy of survival
Of trials and tribulations
You bequeathed us…lingers on…
We remain fueled by the flames
Of God’s strength and the salvation
Of his love ensuring the fearlessness
In the daily challenges life brings…
Such are the tears of joy…beloved son,
Because God blessed me with you; peace
And Love: Time molding our reunion:-