For Ama George
I heard today
You were no longer
With us
My heart sunk
I had hoped one day
To see you again
Your brilliant smile
Your chuckle
Your calm exterior
My thoughts of you
Were always
On Sunday morning
Your walk by
At the Mission house
In Damongo
Always regal
Your tall neck
Your side glances
My sister
From another mother
What happened
I weep
As I write this
Who will weep with me
Copyright © M Braimah Saaka | Year Posted 2017
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