7.ByChebet Caroline

If all the graveside wishes were to be granted,

Graveside tears tapped,

Graveside sorrows filed,

Graveside blames fixed,

Graveside gloom be approved,

Then,

The dead would rise and walk,

The tear tanks would overflow with tears,

The hearts would never numb with pain,

The blamed would forever be walking in the shadow of dead,

If all graveside wishes were to be granted,

Then death would loose its fight,

And cemeteries loosing its real meaning,

The red earth could remain unedited by graves

There would never have existed golden and wooden caskets

And painful tears remaining a told tale

If all the grand graveside wishes were to be fixed,

The brave could be braver than death,

The death would forever bow to the earthly circumstances

If all graveside wishes were to be granted,

There could be no immature and mature deaths,

There could never be rest from strain and struggle,

God could have exhausted his mercies in granting wishes to the crowded earth,

But then, all graveside wishes are never granted.

We mourn for you

By chebetcaroline

Daddy, we never knew that hell was breaking loose,

We never knew of the humongous flames,

That licked up your flesh reducing it to lifeless ashes,

Rendering us homeless and grieved with little baby sister amongst the many

We never knew of the chocking smoke,

That Mommy siphoned and left without a bye while looking for you

We never thought of the grieve to loom after you both left

We never knew of the awaiting mystery,

When I was gone to school,

 I never knew that was my last time seeing you,

 I never knew you were leaving,

 I never knew we were to be orphaned with little baby sister,

Though the future seems dark,

With little baby sister’s pestering questions on your whereabouts,

I will try out an explanation that,

 You are gone to sweet heaven,

I will try to tell her to learn the wise way of living as you had both said,

 I will try to learn from the teacher,

And practice it in our daily living, I will try hard,

 Though we will miss you,

We had never known of the disaster to struck,

We had never known of the angels, who wanted to take you from our view,

Through strain we will struggle.

 As we gaze at the charred you through our blurred eyes and disintegrated souls,

We mourn.

memories awaken

By Chebet Caroline

‘Twas all in starry night, Papa

When giggles ripped through the air,

Yes, ‘twas that nighty night, Papa

When hymns made the day of night,

When all meant and spelt serenity and sincerity

Yes ‘twas all in that starry night when the talks began

Do you remember Daddy

Do you remember the oft-repeated words of the angels…the little baby?

DO you recall?

The viral smiles which spelled the mood

Veiling that dreary night,

Do you recall Daddy,

When aahs mingled the cheers of the night?

When all dazzled with the mood?

No gloom bloomed the night,

Daddy, do you remember?

“twas only cheers overwhelming the jeers,

Do you remember Daddy?

You said that all meant Christmas,

Daddy do you remember,

That was long, long ago,

When I was a little tightly wrapped bundle in your arms….

Daddy do you remember,

When vicar broke the veil with soothing words

Do you recall the rich words which echoed the church?

The cheers…

The handshakes

The infectious smiles

Daddy, all was beautiful

Daddy, that was decades ago,

When all your gain was to strain and strengthen my belief

When I knew naught of the Virgin Mary,

When all you wanted me to know was Little Baby Jesus.

Deserted!

      

She tossed and turned a numerous times before she was finally carried to the dreamland of her own.

It turned out to be what Philipa had expected. By the meadow of the ocean lay Tyson, the man of whom he had stolen her heart. Everything spelt and meant Valentine’s Day, the coast was all she had been longing for in Tyson’s company. She had long craved to bathe by the ocean water, tickle her well-shaped small legs on the water surface as she watched their mirrored selves. She had been anticipating for a day like this when in bliss she could hear Tyson’s charming voice whispering sweetly to her ears and in turn to tell him the same. Days, which will evoke the childish memories, yes those memories, which can forever be inscribed in one’s mind. Those blissful days when puppy love reigned. She recalled the days they used to spend happy days with him when they were young on the banks of river Dee. That was fifteen years ago but she would never forget the day when Tyson’s family left for Silverdale. She had felt that part of her soul left with Tyson. 

           

            It was then that they had later met; she gleefully recalled what had happened………they were entangled by a long lingering hug. The time had elapsed, emotions growing strong it was such a wondrous enchanting time. Their intimacy had then grew stronger, always soaring to greater heights and now it was blooming even in to an engagement.

            Philipa hurried her steps almost breaking in to a mad rush. Tyson in turn woke up from his stupor as if with a start to embrace her with much affection. The time seemed to be against them, it elapsed so fast and soon it evening marking her stay expire too soon. Her day had become of mere fantasy than all the days she had spent. She spun it with fun.

            Evening soon drew nigh, the clouds turning pregnant with rain, the ocean water rising and falling. To the far end perhaps in the middle of the ocean she could make out a boat. Great fear engulfed her little soul and nearly chocked her. She was lost in thoughts not knowing what was amiss. The boat soon drew nearer and nearer, her grip on Tyson soon got relaxed and she gazed aimlessly at the clouds, which promised her more of hell rather than heaven. Tyson’s grip parted from hers and soon was sailing on that boat leaving her deserted. She screamed but her efforts seemed not to be bearing any fruit. The boat sailed southwards. Few drops of rain registered… She was deserted, Tyson never glancing back. She was then fighting with the strong sea waves, the threatening rain and the disillusionment.

I need some time

By Chebet Caroline.

I need a little time,

I need a little rest,

To once again brood in my nest,

And to once more digest,

To revive this straining thought,

And to rubbish all what is naught

I need some more little time,

Some day time to laugh,

And life time to love,

Some peace time to live

Before that end time eve

I need some long time to live

I need some night time to pray

To bare my sins in an arrayed display

I need some quick time to reflect,

Some life time to perfect,

What might have been negating my living

And constantly leaving my mind storming

I prettily need some time

A perfect time to pump some senses to my life

A longer time to reduce my strife

A much pretty time to forgive,

And a humbler time to sieve,

What seems good from the bad

I need some time to add

What seems to be missing

For a life worth cheering.

chebetcarol: Moments of Nostalgia

chebetcarol: Moments of Nostalgia: By chebet Caoline In the wildest hustles of merriment, In the happiest mood of the festive season In the process of clinging glasses with...

Do you remember?

I remember
By Chebet Caroline

I remember,
By the beautiful shade in the scotching sun,
Grandpa listening to my claptrap
Of worlds apart
Worlds of daydreams and fantasies
The chuckles and giggles
I remember,
With nostalgic and longing
Of those blissful days
When Grandpa told me to live a real life
And’
Always try to make someone smile’
Those were the little girl’s blissful days
When Grandpa meant the world to me


I remember,
In my mommy's knees,
Learning the best way of being a good mommy,
Learning to smile when situations seems unbearable,
Yes...I remember with bliss;
When Mommy taught me to be grateful
That I have people to make my world
And that I was fortunate to have a sister
But never told me why I was unfortunate to have a brother and a granny
I remember I learned to appreciate a work well done
And never reprimand anyone

I remember with glee
Giggling by Daddy’s laps
When I knew naught in life
I remember when Daddy told me to say a prayer
That living was by God’s favour
And that I should pray for safety of the living
I remember,
That by hard work I would get my work well done
And the biggest would come my way

That was two decades ago…
And now I know…
That all teachings were meant to shape my life;
That Grandpa never wanted me to live a life of wishful thinking
But he meant to make me live in reality
Now I know,
That Mommy wanted me to be a great mommy of her grannies
And to smile at challenges when breakthrough seems a vocabulary
Now I know,
That Daddy never wanted a lazy woman to mother her generation
To be always grateful for a living
And thank God for health and His unending love
And now I know that all were meant to work for good
And for the prosperity of the upcoming generation.

 

By Chebet Caroline

‘Twas all in starry night, Papa

When giggles ripped through the air,

Yes, ‘twas that nighty night, Papa

When hymns made the day of night,

When all meant and spelt serenity and sincerity

Yes ‘twas all in that starry night when the talks began

Do you remember Daddy

Do you remember the oft-repeated words of the angels…the little baby?

DO you recall?

The viral smiles which spelled the mood

Veiling that dreary night,

Do you recall Daddy,

When aahs mingled the cheers of the night?

When all dazzled with the mood?

No gloom bloomed the night,

Daddy, do you remember?

“twas only cheers overwhelming the jeers,

Do you remember Daddy?

You said that all meant Christmas,

Daddy do you remember,

That was long, long ago,

When I was a little tightly wrapped bundle in your arms….

Daddy do you remember,

When vicar broke the veil with soothing words

Do you recall the rich words which echoed the church?

The cheers…

The handshakes

The infectious smiles

Daddy, all was beautiful

Daddy, that was decades ago,

When all your gain was to strain and strengthen my belief

When I knew naught of the Virgin Mary,

When all you wanted me to know was Little Baby Jesus.

I seek a fortune

By chebet Caroline

In a distant city away from home mama,

Far away from your warmth and generous smile

Far away from your constant shoulder tap and bravos

Far away in the city where wildest dreams seek manifestations

In a starry city far away mama,

Mama, I seek a fortune

In the city where everything seems strange

Mama, in a city far away where gentle smiles are rare

Mama, in a land where everyone hustle to live

Where there is no time to shake, smile and laugh

Mama, I seek a fortune.

I patiently wait to struck the gold

I patiently wait to fill my bag with monies

Mama, I seek the treasure in a bustling city

I eagerly wait for a time mama,

When in bliss all dreams will get a visibility.

Momma, I seek a fortune

Detached from your warmth,

Barred from your embrace

Detained from your smile

Chained from all goodness of a mother,

Rubbished from being an apple of your eye,

Mama, I am locked up in the cold,

To find a fortune,

Amidst all these, Mama, I will fight to emerge,

I will fight the bravest fight Mama,

To deserve your bravo and shoulder tap again,

Mama, I seek a fortune

Moments of Nostalgia

By chebet Caoline

In the wildest hustles of merriment,

In the happiest mood of the festive season

In the process of clinging glasses with laughter in accompaniment,

In hustles of squeals and giggles of my youngsters,

Mama, am haunted when I am not there,

Mama am lost,

Mama I am home sick,

Mama, a thousand tear drops makes my day a night,

Grisly stains of tear drops marks my table

As I sink deeper in to the days of nostalgia,

Submerged, I drown deeper in to loneliness

I recall it,

The unfolding scenes of a happy home

I meditate,

But all seems a thousand miles far away,

Over a thousand hills and a million valleys to cross,

Mama, I sometimes screams to the hollowness,

I sometimes weep in loneliness,

Scowl and sulk at its bulk,

Sometimes overwhelmed by strong chocking emotions,

Sometimes I wake up to the hollowness,

Taken aback by the dream to drain more tears,

After a bitter realization Mama,

That it was just a dream,

And that you are far away.

The glittery home manifest, all in a dream,

While jittery thoughts scare these pretty delirium moments away

I smile at the blurred images,

The happy faces smile back, all in my thoughts.

But all is a dream, Mama