Tiema Muindi
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Poem "I Spoke To Her":
- published March 26, 2009
- viewed 49 times
Other poems by Tiema Muindi:
»Beyond The Eyes«
»Dance of my Soul«
»Family Honour«
»If only they knew«
»Lifetime Dream«
»Memories Of Yesterday«
»My Song Your Dance«
»My Story«
»No Man Cry«
»Political Menus«
»Shadow of the night«
»Shattered Hopes & Dreams«
»Song Of Death«
»Song Of Man«
»The Journey of Life«
»The Last Journey«
»The Married Bride«
»The River Between«
»The Waiting Game«
»Tribute For Amina Ramadhani«
»When it's over, let me know«
»Wise Counsel«
»Yesterday's Day's Life«
Visit Tiema Muindi's profile page
Poem "I Spoke To Her":
- published March 26, 2009
- viewed 49 times
Other poems by Tiema Muindi:
»Beyond The Eyes«»Dance of my Soul«»Family Honour«»If only they knew«»Lifetime Dream«»Memories Of Yesterday«»My Song Your Dance«»My Story«»No Man Cry«»Political Menus«»Shadow of the night«»Shattered Hopes & Dreams«»Song Of Death«»Song Of Man«»The Journey of Life«»The Last Journey«»The Married Bride«»The River Between«»The Waiting Game«»Tribute For Amina Ramadhani«»When it's over, let me know«»Wise Counsel«»Yesterday's Day's Life«»I Spoke To Her«
by Tiema Muindi
I spoke to her
Not through a discussion
That others could hear
Or with gestures
That some could read
That day I spoke to her
I spoke to her
Not through tears
That my emotions
She could feel
Neither through eyes
That my sorrow
She could see
That day I spoke to her
I spoke to her
Not through a relative
Who delivered the message
Neither through the lyrics
Of the song she liked most
That day I spoke to her
As she slept forever
Shrouded in white
The mystery of death
Her clock of life
Having stopped to tick
A child so young
Such a scene I had to be
There to bid goodbye
To the mother
Now I don't have
That day I know
I spoke to her
Not through a discussion
That others could hear
Or with gestures
That some could read
That day I spoke to her
I spoke to her
Not through tears
That my emotions
She could feel
Neither through eyes
That my sorrow
She could see
That day I spoke to her
I spoke to her
Not through a relative
Who delivered the message
Neither through the lyrics
Of the song she liked most
That day I spoke to her
As she slept forever
Shrouded in white
The mystery of death
Her clock of life
Having stopped to tick
A child so young
Such a scene I had to be
There to bid goodbye
To the mother
Now I don't have
That day I know
I spoke to her
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Hettie Van Zyl: "this is words that not touch the heart but goes into the heart and bring a tear to the eye. Great stuff."- Nicholas Andrea: "Its captivating touching, touching,touching.......the writer knows his stuff wll."