Eulogy ' SNIPPET FROM ' MOTHER 'S SHOULDER '

Grandma's mortar is at;
the back of the fallen hut,
through the rarely used walk path,
behind the sparsely occupy big compound.
 
By then, the big sparsely occupied compound will be empty. Everyone would have gone to mark their spot.
The rarely use path,
I definitely can't walk alone
for my shadow deserted me...

Henry Amami.

This poet appreciate my the presence of his grand mother wheresoever she is.