I’ll Remain Here With You

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I adored the way you stood

Glamorous and full of life

You were a shelter to me

From the fury of the rays

With you I loved to sit

To muse and contemplate

Your gentle peacefulness

Rejuvenated my slacking head

And your exhalation

A gush of my fresh breath

But I’m startled to behold

That your esprit has quit

I see your lifeless limbs

Stained with dried slashes

Your blankets lay

At your withered sole

Tears of my spirit ebb

As my thoughts keep raw

How could a creature

So full of life cease to abide

I look around and glimpse

Many of your kind still breathe

Fragrance from their bouquets

Still ooze into the vicinity

Enclosing the niche you inhabited

Whatever snatched your spirit away

Could have taken theirs too

Why you, from among the bunch?

My requiem should by moments grow!

I lean on your remains

To feel your ever-supportive trunk

I see these incredible tiny sprouts

Springing from your withered stiff?

Are you in there?

Still holding life in death?

Whatever happens

I’ll remain here with you

Until I see your blossom again.

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©Florence Ezkafor

21 thoughts on “I’ll Remain Here With You”

  1. I enjoyed this poem. Beautifully written. This reminded me of so many things but a verse in the Bible. “For, “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.” -1 Peter 1:24-25. This also reminded me of a tree I’ve been seeing since January. It was cut down and there were no leaves but now it’s blossoming so beautifully in this summer season. When I take a look at it, I’m filled with joy because i saw the root of the tree before it came to be what it is now. The tree serves as a reminder for me that no matter what storms may arise in this life, I must learn to stand firm. Thank you for sharing Florence 😊

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    1. Thank you, Karen, for your awesome analysis And yes, you’re right and I’m glad you got the meaning of the poem. We all are like grass, here today and gone tomorrow but for those who are rooted in God, even though they’re dead, live.
      Trees always have a way of rejuvenating themselves and it all goes down to the root. Once the condition surrounding the root is fine, the tree will always live again – with a strong foundation, one can always withstand even the most terrible storm. I love your explanation❤. Thank you so for taking your time to write it. It means a lot.❤


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