A Dirge for Yeye Debby

(a beginner’s attempt at poetry😅)

She walked with grace through storms,

A quiet light in days of rain.

Her hands, though weary, never ceased;

A heart so full, so strong, so brave.

She wore a smile to mask her pain,

Sat alone with silent strain;

Still, she rose to lift us high—

A mother’s love that touched the sky.

She was the pillar, firm and true;

The thread that held our scattered crew.

In bulk she bought, always looking for the best deals;

She planned ahead, she thought with care;

Preparing for the unexpected through hard work & prayer.

Her home was a haven.

When hunger knocked, she opened wide, with warmth;

Her meals served with joy.

No one prepared ọ̀fadà like Silverpot.

Her laughter danced like morning light,

Soft and warm, a pure delight.

Ówànbẹ̀s were fun with her in attendance;

She ensures each guest is well catered for- àjẹyó, àjẹdìlọlé.

She once made me a Micky mouse cake— With Tom-Tom eyes.

And though she laughed, she kept us straight—

A hot cooking fork once corrected my erring head.

‘Orí ẹ ò ṣiṣé’ she would say.

Silence now sings where smiles once stayed;

Her voice, her steps in memories laid.

A soul so strong, yet gently tuned.

Now heaven holds your soul in grace,

a resting place in perfect peace.

No pain, no tears, no earthly strife;

Just joy eternal, endless life.

Your light lives on in all you gave;

a gift that kept giving.

A flame no time or tide can wave.

yours,

T.O.M.M.