in this poem mum isn’t dead:
she is drowning in earth – quietly,
but faster than my mind can harbor.
in grieving, i’d come to remember her voice
calling me out to fetch a calabash of fermented roots.
my heart digs for her voice whenever i hear my siblings
speak to me over the phone.
mourning – if you want to give my countenance a name.
mum’s face is always in–between sand and my pupils;
she comes every 36 hours to fetch the last breath she left.
odu ode is a poet from nasarawa State, north-central Nigeria. his poetry have featured in anthologies, journals, online platforms, literary fora and elsewhere. some were under the name ahmadu usman. he writes from abuja.
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Odu’s poetry on grief always leaves you sad and hooeful. Gives you comfort that you are not alone and you are related by grief.
Well said…
He has a way of writing it in relatable ways that leaves you pondering on much. Well said, Hader. Well said.