The Young Departed Souls Poem by Imaobong Igwe

Our eyes watching the sky above
Our souls we pour to the one we love
With tribute to the one that saves
In a short while our Lord we'd served
Sometimes we may have regretted
Not living to our full expectations
With grief our heart so devastated
We had came with many wishes
But die counting our losses
Living many joy to grieve and many eyes watery.
But though we are sad we are happy
Having to meet again with our creator
Where joy, hope and wishes are granted
Where faces smile day and night
Where everything we sees seems so right.
Trumpet sounding, singer singing.
Thousands hands together in glorious ovation.
Many eyes gazed with great admiration.
What more would we'd wished for
Than to see our souls rejoicing?