Two faithfuls

Even when swimming in tears,
And drowning in sober reflection,
Even while the sky is falling
Amidst the petulance called Corona
And long dark shadow of death,
Laying still are two faithfuls
Two faithfuls of quality grey
Turning dust under the earth…

Two faithfuls of related blood,
Two faithfuls that never hid an hug
Two faithfuls whose teachings I received
As a little child and also as an adult
Two faithfuls, one in his mid eighty
And the other in her mid seventy
Two faithfuls buried a day in between
Two faithfuls of the Onyeche dynasty.

I did look away from the Priest
I searched for drones up to gaze
And any thing sort of a distraction
Just to take my drowning minds away
From two faithfuls and the undertakers
Oh life, oh life, oh life all I can say is;
It is well, dust shall we all return
One day when our clocks stops to run.

R.I.P dear Uncle and Aunt.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu