My mother died <br />8 years ago, ago, ago, <br />My siblings cried <br />8 years ago, ago, ago. <br /> <br />God said: 'Die you must! <br />8 years ago, ago, ago; <br />The Lord said: 'Come ye to dust! ' <br />8 years ago, ago, ago. <br /> <br />Anger plus grief stirred my heart <br />8 years ago, ago, ago; <br />I sadly sat in my smoky hut, <br />8 years ago, ago, ago. <br /> <br />My dreams for her fast flew away, <br />8 years ago, ago, ago; <br />My needles sunk in stacks of hay: <br />8 years ago, ago, ago. <br /> <br />My hope and pride disappeared <br />8 years ago, ago, ago; <br />Shame and insecurity re-appeared: <br />8 years ago, ago, ago. <br /> <br />I felt dejected as a wet hen: <br />8 years ago, ago, ago; <br />I came across troubles ten: <br />8 years ago, ago, ago.<br /><br />Comfort Ndlovu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/8-years-ago-ago-ago/
