ANAIKA
(This poem is dedicated, on CNN & CNN ireport, to Anaika St Louis, an 11-year-old victim of Haitian Earthquake, who died on 14th January 2010, few hours after being rescued from the rubble, where she was trapped for three days, as result of severe internal bleeding)
Rest your case, Anaika!
Your courage is felt,
Far across the globe,
Your wishes, the brightness
Of your willingness to live.
Daughter of Beatrice,
Rest your case!
The thought of you
Carries within me,
Those heavy tearful
Mountains of no borders,
That reminds me so
Much of your relentless
Efforts for survival.
The night train came,
Whistling, awaited at
Threshold of the gate,
And you chose to
Obey its calling.
I think of you, Anaika,
To erase the thought
Of you, knowing you
Chose such definite
Journey, larger than life.
I try so hard, Anaika,
To tear to tiny pieces
Those memories of you,
And yet it occurs to me,
That in spite of my dignify
Efforts, in my languish,
Your thoughts indeed
Become nothing more, but
Fixed seal on my thirsty soul.
Rest in Peace, daughter of Beatrice.
Your poem about Anaika St-Louis brought tears to my eyes when you first posted it.
As I revisited it today again, still I cried.
I had become a source of comfort for me, each time I think about the beautiful country Haiti was once, when I was a child in Haiti .
Your poem conveys that we are not alone.
Thanks for the inspiration.
Beau Pierre-Louis, USA
Mother
A cry is enough —
And she will be on her feet
To tender, to love, to pray
To wish, to bless,
To comfort, to soothe —
Mother, her words
Beyond doubt.
Her voice able
To stop the storm.
Mother, the life that be —
A gift incomparable —
A love greater than self —
Mother, her image undivided.
Her strength unshakable.
The glory of all children.
She — the element of stress,
Carrier of pains,
Fighter of struggles,
Mother, a name higher.
Try to fall ill and her
Wail will be louder
Than that of the hyenas,
Come back home lamenting
And her body will be ready
To carry your problems.
Mother, a solution carrier.
Never tired, never weary,
Never mind to fast till the
Flesh on her skin dries out
Mother, a warrior in prayer
Spiritual ‘Masai’ she is!
Show me, whose mother is
Not able?
For that lovely update that u posted on FB 2day. The spirit of all mother's will uplift u among others,God will make d best among the rest.Good mother's are lord of all human. I love my mother. The princess, nuffin do you jòòò.
Yemi Ogunmuyiwa, Nigeria
U gud princess! Rather than Depreciate, it will continue 2 accummulate in Jesus name. [ I mean your knowlegde ]
Olaniyan Gbenga, New York, NY
For me mother is the Messaih GOD sent after Jesus.
The Season of Cheat
On a dry night we sat.
So we sat on that autumn night,
Under that tree, its shadow so huge
And full of many blankets.
So we sat together in one fold,
Reminiscing over the night,
Our thought united, often not.
And so we sat to debate
The agony of our lives,
The season of cheat,
A tyrant that took our peace,
Such who come to stay,
Wanting not to let go
But lingers on in the minds of our leader.
On this night we sighed,
For the hope for tomorrow,
To come bringing along,