Oluwademilade Poem by Oluseyi Akinbami

Out and from the gates on nature’s kiln, you sprung, robed in blood
Lending a miniscule gaiety to fill the long awaited sodality
Upon these arms yielded and accepting the guest of a few days
Waggish humor with a gleeful radiance, a memory so sublime and indelible
Admirable inscriptions of innocence bellowed in silence,
Daffodil bloom, entwined with multitudinous sparkle
”Emperal” embrace now assigned to mere reflective imaginings
Magnanimous in allowing and lingering to the ineffaceable few days at Stollery
Importunities of devoted entreaties too weak to make you stay or too late voiced
Love’s longing leaves lasting lines and prints
Adieu and farewell from these sphere and pains and for you let me like John Say’
“Death, be not Proud” this pain is a mere illusion, the soul is eternal
Eternal soul hasten in love for the better bliss