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Oche Ocheme
Day light laid in oblivion
As i sat in the vale
among the flowers tendril.
The placid breeze from the trees
As they sway in unison,
Suddenly caresses it
There it hung on my neck
Like the Eucharist bell,
Ever sounding ever sure
Recounting the sad memories
Of a dearest love lost.
Like a vision through the crystal ball,
recounting the demise of a mother.
On the bed even as farewell
words she did bid
“Son” she muttered
“Of amy own i wish to stay,
Yet not of mine to say.
Though i go now,yet i be with you“
Darkness shadowed my mind
As she placed on my neck
Tiny string of beads.
“Its a blessed charm she whisper”
Silence like a graveyard engulf the room
As she drew her last breath
Bidding farewell to this unromantic earth.
Oh! dear mother even in death,thy elegant still spoke
.......A mother’s gift, gift eternally treasured.
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