Poetry: The Mourner’s Gentle Smile

By John Favour Orodiran

Sitting on the terrace at night,

Thinking about the memories we shared,

Though my vision is dim and bleak,

I can still hear your piercing cries.

But deep inside, my thoughts are laid bare,

To the moon shining above,

Expressing my sadness and worry,

As the moonlight whispers in the night.

Then, a soothing breeze comes from the night,

Turning my world into a peaceful place,

Easing my pain and bringing comfort,

With gentle words to soothe my soul.

And that’s when a smile graces my face,

Prompted by cheerful jokes and banter.