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by Ositadimma Amakeze | |
Published on: Jul 12, 2008 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=21029 | |
This piece is dedicated to all who care for the sick, those despite the odds and ordeals of attending to the sick and the dying stand chivalrously to the end. With tears of awe, I honour you…. I could still see the gloom That clouded her face The moment I shouted on her And cursed as if she were the cause I caught cold and was dying Deeply hurt but didn’t halt And there was something about her Her smiles even while I sighed Her presence in my stuffy room Her soft persuasion I took my prescription Her prayers I catch my breath And I caught my breath and health Because someone cared selfishly That’s why I know that somewhere Someone is there by somebody Who is sick, bedridden or dying Burning like candle in the wind In the wind of bearing all disgust In the wind of carrying shit and urine In cleansing the stenches of sickness In the bearing of all irritations There is something awesome about you A marvel about your life and love That you walk out of your way And stay around even when it hurts Even when you would want to go You stay, being there Oh my God! Like candle burning away in the wind You stay even when you’re not appreciated You stay even when you’re called names You stay even when you’re slighted You stay even when it gets worse You stay even when there seems no hope You stay even when tears overflow and run You stay, Oh my God! So I pray He blesses your pains with joy That you see him hale and hearty again May the good God grant you health and wealth May He who sees in secret bless your heart’s desires May He give you consolation too when need be Above all may evil not come near you For there’s something awesome about you « return. |