Dear Martha Poem by Martin Greyford

You were on the face of the earth
A golden flower that everyone looked up to.
You brought laughter, peace, joy and happiness
To those that were close to you.
You knew him to comfort people
With the sweetness of your scented aroma.

You were the light that shone brightly
In people's lives that loved and cherished you.
You were the candle to somebody
Shining bright and chasing darkness away
In the corners of the house.
You made the blind to see the ray of light

Inside their darkened eyes.
You made the deaf to hear
Your songs of love that made them merry.
You knew how to make people laugh
When you were with them.

But today that light has faded.
It has allowed darkness to crawl in
People's lives once again.
The blind don't know how sweet it is to see.
The deaf how melodious it is to hear somebody sing.
That wax candle has melted.

Everybody is left with a memory of you only.
Mourning bitterly wishing you could come back
To life another round and make them happy
With your unceasing jokes.
Your death hascalled people from
Different directions crying that you're gone.

They don't know what will happen next
Only waiting for the day they take
You to the garden of love where
Small and big houses are surrounded
With flowers and posts indicating the owner
Of that beautiful house with different flowers.

Where people wear the same attire
Putting on all black and maybe some
Minor white on the robes of priests
As if they are Dracula vampires.
A very quiet place where you won't have
Time to speak to your neighbours

But only you alone.
Your death is so untimely and unexpected
But we can't do anything
Your time came and the king
Decided to take you away from us
Which is still painful and hard to copy.

Your sister Rebecca is left alone
With no one to talk to or share secrets with.
She's all alone now in this whole world.
It has become really huge and very empty for her.
I wish you could see my mom in her distress.
In the agonising pain she's in right now.

Dear Martha,
Hope you're in the safe hands of the Almighty King.
The one that gives and takes away.
You have left a very big gap in the family.
No one will ever fill that space
You were unique.

As a family
We will dearly miss you
Until we meet again on the other side,
The garden of love filled with spacious
And luxurious houses and mansions.
We'll miss everything about you.

Yours sincerely beloved
Your son
Martin Greyford Phiri.