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Spring isn’t the season of renewal
When April’s flower does not bloom in May
All because Death forgot how to behave—
So hell-bent on crippling the living
Perpetually with profound sorrow.

Day after day, the sounds of somberness
Break the silence of sadness with painful
Reminders of an unfathomable
Loss that is every parent’s worst nightmare—
Burying a child, no matter the age;
Each gone-too-soon offspring denied time to
Fully blossom as next generation,
Signifying the changing of the guard.

Sunrise to sunset—compressed life unzipped
During regeneration rotation
Uncommonly aping winter’s barren
Graveyards veiling wealth of invisible
Existences—presence now replayed as
Flashbacks airing on The Recall Channel.

An unwanted change inserted itself
Into family dynamics, scrubbing
An interaction mortals can’t restore.

Travel on circle of life is rougher
Than ever since initial departure,
And there’s no joy in sight, no happiness
Likely ‘til arriving at journey’s end,
Then the sweet reunion of glorified
Bodies with souls and spirits will trigger
Final renewal season for the dead
In Christ and those alive when He appears.

~ the above poem is from Deep-Rooted Disposition, my new poetry manuscript; this poem is about the profound sorrow I have felt since my oldest child/son, Olumuyiwa Ade Keen, went home to be with the Lord . . . April 30, 1972 – May 2, 2017

For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote to you with many tears; not so that you would be made sorrowful, but that you might know the love which I have especially for you. ~ 2 Corinthians 2:4, NASB