Memento Poem by Ceejon Ezinwoke

Her life used to be
The sweetest story she'd ever heard
A sweetheart and a babe
A lover, to an illegal distiller
A ruffian, a roughneck,
Whose neck never was smooth
What does she know?

Drunk in love was she
From the chalice of ignorance,
Her man was a hooligan
A once-alive hooligan
With a son as a memento
A harvest of the sins of Eve
Has learned a lot in a short while

Tomorrows follow yesterdays
So do stages follow stages
There now is another birth,
For heaven's sake,
For heaven's sake,
Like eggs and imagoes
Before they become so Fly

A son to always bruise her scar
A reason she smiles
And a reason she cries
Like a sugar anvil tied to her neck
Her very own crucifix
As Jesus did carry his
So is she prepared to carry hers.