Letter to a sister's heavy heart

Dearest Onome,

"How are you" would be a cruel question to ask; no one can fathom the gravity of grief and hurt that fills your heart right now. We wish above all things that we could change the situation. We wish we could take all the hurt away or soothe it somehow. More than anything else, we wish death didn't take just anyone away and that it had to hurt this much. But the reality teaches us otherwise. In all, it is to make us stronger. That death has chosen to visit your family is something the reason for which only God our Father knows. We all just want to urge you to be strong. As time makes the reality of this incident fully set in, keep on being strong. Ogaga lives on in our hearts dear, in your heart!

Whenever the grief seems to overwhelm you, seek the strength of prayers. Do what you do- Draw! Paint! Write songs. Go into the studio. Pour your heart out in Art, Music and in teaching little children how to be amazing like she was and you are! Tell yourself, "I will be fine". So also will your family. We haven't stopped praying that she is resting in peace now. Let the belief that she is, help you keep her alive in your heart.

Know also today, Onome that she has earned her rightful place in His presence.

Embrace hope! It will help you gain strength in understanding that God alone knows best. The devastation of your parents will not linger on for very long dear. We will be here to ensure that. The light may seem far away right now but don't begin to believe your grief. Hang on to the Hope of better days ahead and God will walk you and your family out of this wilderness.

We love and support you,

Deeyssert Flower.

ONE GREAT POET 1: A DREAM DEFERRED

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

By Langton Hughes 1902-1967

If you are a poem fanatic, I’ll conclude you are familiar with this famous Langton Hughes’s poem of a dream deferred; “Harlem” from Collected Poems.

A dream deferred,
It dries up,
Like a raising in the sun
Or it festers like a sore
And then run
It stinks like rotten meat
Or crust and sugars over
Like a syrupy sweet.
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.
So more,
It explodes!
Where?
Through your brain

by: Deey. Hehe…..

NB: I didn’t write his poem twice, look again!....

Like someone once mentioned to me, “If you can’t stand the existing rules, restructure it! Make it yours!” This person isn’t such a good friend to keep around, is he?  Hmmmm….

I am a poem fanatic. Even more an aspiring poet, so I couldn’t resist restructuring this Langston Hughes’s short master piece by coming up with my own version of it.

The onus to brutally inform a confused individual with a deferred dream his consequences came on me strongly as an inspiration (like I needed one, really). While reading the original piece, the initial impression of the confused state of the poet and a wondering thought at if he was just being curious about consequences or/and making canny effort tin relaying an advice got me itching to revise a stable state of mind that seemed more direct and certain.

You layman; should I assume Langston Hughes required a confirmation for his projections, I just have. Rhetoric questions are defined as questions one need not answer. So instead of being confused, make that rule your own, write a poem! And if you can’t, allow me to assume you can.

By the way, I can have this person as a friend as long as I can twist his advice and put it into good use...hehe!

Like every great black achiever in history, Langston Hughes was remarkable. “A dream deferred” is one of many remarkable works by him. To discover all about his greatness, you can visit www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/langston-hughes