Theholy Vigil Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

It is wednesday again,
Any guest coming at mid of night;
Would not meet momma at home
Cause she is gone to the holy vigil
And all of our doors too are locked,
And the windows too are well knoted
You sleep well and have a great respite

Stars twinkling, moon happy and full
Till the sunrise we are staying awake
Watching the clock as it count round
And our warm heads and weak legs
We would shake as spiders on their webs
You could see Samuel by the drums
And pastor gingling the bell many times

And the noise travelling through the night
As if monkeys hold a big wedding
Now I am feeling ill of attending vigils
But i do remember what i once was,
The shepherd holding tight his staff
My brothers also have gone too far
Last year my mom went but never called us again.