Death Is A Maid I’d Welcome Tonight

Death is a maid I’d welcome tonight
To clean up the mess caused by a fight
That I had with Grief in the morning
When she came home without a warning
Then she left me to my plight
Death is a maid I’d welcome tonight

Then at noon it was Suffering
Her pesky kids she had to bring
They ran around and tore my home
Leaving me helpless they soon were gone
Now this place is a terrible sight
Death is a maid I’d welcome tonight

At evening it was the turn of Despair
To come and make me tear my hair
With her every step the house did tremble
The roof, the walls began to crumble
Who else now would make this right?
Death is a maid I’d welcome tonight

This Little Heaven Of Mine

What if I wake up tomorrow
With eyes that no longer see
While my son grows more gorgeous
More than what is known to me?

What if I wake up tomorrow
With ears that cannot hear
While my daughter sings a melody
More soothing than a bird’s cheer?

What if I wake up tomorrow
With a mouth that cannot speak —
How will I tell them my stories
Of my lowest trough and highest peak?

What if I don’t wake up tomorrow
To my children by my side —
How could that heaven be better
Than the one where I reside?

If My Words

If my words could speak
What my heart yearns to say
All the feelings I cannot leak
To you I would convey

If my words could reach
The heavens in the sky
To you would come then each
Where you so gently lie

If my words had powers
To bring you back to life
I would write for hours
With no fatigue or strife

A Giant Hole

All this while I never knew
The giant hole I’m into
Cover of darkness all around
No way to go. Up or down?
Left or right? Or straight across?
How eyes can guide when faith is lost?
Because I was resting in your lap
No noise could bother me, my nap
No light did touch me when I slept
No harm did try to have me wept
No darkness ever greeted my eyes
Except for the shade of paradise
Now you’re gone and I have found
No place to sleep on thorny ground
No sword to fight my war for me
No shield to save, no armoury
The only comfort in this hole
Your memory makes it beautiful

The Roof Is Leaking

The roof is leaking
The roof is leaking
Now that the cover is gone
The roof has holes
Oh so many holes
Couldn’t see when the cover was on

The roof is leaking
The roof is leaking
The roof will be breaking soon
Soon there will be
No roof to see
Nothing between me and the moon

The roof is leaking
The roof is leaking
The house will be flooded now
The water contains
So many complaints
Reaching up to my brow

The roof is leaking
The roof is leaking
Bringing end to all frowning
All that I know
Is everyone must go
Now time for my drowning

Next Month It’s My Birthday

I have counted every day
Ever since you left our way
Four hundred and forty four today
Next month it’s my birthday
The second without you

It is harder to keep sane
With the growing aches and pains
But who am I to complain?
Next month it’s my birthday
The second without you

There are so many things to do
So many mountains to get through
How I wish you were here too!
Next month it’s my birthday
My second without you

My Genie

Everything that I needed
My genie used to do
Though I never wished it
No words were spoken too

All my wants and wishes
My genie understood
What is right for me and not
What is bad and what is good

It’s like the genie read my mind
Better than even me
No word could correctly describe
The greatness of Genie

Search her in the heavens
Snatch her from God’s lap for me
I am nothing without her here
Nothing without my genie