#SilentConfessions

It was twenty nineteen,
Month of September in seventeen,
Black around and not green,
Grand father was gone.

You were seating at home,
Where did disease come from!?
You were fine and warm,
Doing what you usually perform

But one day you were lying,
As you tried to speak,
You seemed to be dying,
Yet you tried to speak.

Wanting to speak secret truth,
But you ended touching our cloth,
The visitor called death,
Come and took your breath ...

What was in your head?
We wished it could be heard,
What was it's head?
All was never heard.

How we worked so hard,
To save your life we tried,
But you were taken with God,
You made us cry loud.

Ni one was proud,
Everyone felt bad,
You went with your word,
And green become red.

A year you have got,
That I can never forget,
Because how you left,
I did not expect


prepared in 2019. and being done correction from the first poem which I have being published it before.
© Husna Chikwela