Read my poems

Either sooner or later,
If I ever go on a journey
and fail to return,
If I ever go to sleep
and fail to wake up,
I have written some poems;
as souvenirs,
as therapy for your grief.

You’ll find my poems
everywhere in the house;
under the fluffy pillows,
inside the flower vases,
behind the closet mirror,
and clipped to the fridge door.

Promise me you’ll read them,
even as you mourn
Read them in the morning
to enliven your day.
Read them at night
to lull you to sleep.
Read them everyday, till you breathe your last, too.

Khadijah Sanni-Tijani

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