By Kwesi BISSUE
That which was nursed from infancy
Which grew in spite of our naivety
That same called us to run to welcome the twilight
To have hearty chats under the moonlight
I miss that heaven
That which made us cling to each other
When we walked hand in hand
For moments to run into hours
That same prompted sadness to give way to gladness
I miss that heaven
That which dropped our tears…each time we had to tear apart
Which kept our hearts entwined…through intertwined fingers
That same, which grew as real as Real Love
Was overtaken by that which lasted only through bouts of lust
I miss that heaven
That which lasted
Lasting only after lessons were learned
Lasting only after sadness gladly returned
I miss that heaven
She who was a beauty to a beholder
A beauty to hold
She who made beauty beam from within
A beauty of a golden mould
I miss that heaven
She whose beauty was deeper than a skin’s depth
A beauty rarely found
That beauty
…was replaced with a beauty on a superficial façade
…a masking makeup
I miss that heaven
That hardworking she
The ever-working steel
That ever-spinning wheel
The ever-kneading knee
The never-tiring feet
I miss that heaven
She who was always excelling to exceed
She was replaced with a sluggard of a snoring idler
…to a slacking degree
I miss that heaven
That one who was trained to restrain a tongue
Never to rear lips to rain insults
That one who trained under mother discipline
To live never to demean
I miss that heaven
That one who was cultured to know respect
To live ever to show respect
That one was displaced by a running mouth
…an uncouth mouth
A mouth to run uncountable foul lines
I miss that heaven
That gentle peacemaker
The one who never raised a voice
That gentle arbiter
The one whose voice doused many a noise
That gentle peace broker
The one whose only noise put all at peace
I miss that heaven
That gentle peacemaker
The one whose trouble only came from peace breakers
That meek and mild partner
Was booted out by a troublesome heartbreaker
I miss that heaven
That soul who perfected to be a complement
The helpmate who vowed to cooperate
To pay compliments to every step travelled by a soulmate
From short baby steps until a giant leap
I miss that heaven
That soul who was ever there to support
Who never dared a soulmate to supplant
That soul was substituted
Not by another wholesome soulmate
But by that soul who loved to compete
…to litigate
I miss that heaven
