A Letter To Kate Poem by Vyktor Ekott

Memories of you
Falls on me like dew
Those soothing smiles
Is hoarded within in piles.

Beside your name was the word, ‘Late’
16th November, that’s exactly the date
24 years old, you're too young to die
I couldn’t help but ask God ‘why’.

They said you died of leukemia
After battling to survive malaria
Your smiles told me that you’re strong
How wrong you were, I too, was wrong.

Girl, you were indeed a fighter
Even in pains, you gave out laughter
Kathy love, I carry memories around
Of you,6 feet below the ground.