Adwoa Okorewaa : Wellspring of A Matriach

Beneath the quiet of the heavens, my grandmother rests,
The towering odum has fallen—its majesty still lingers.
Deep roots entwined with earth’s history,
Her branches stretch across realms, offering solace in the unknown.

My grandmother lies down to sleep,
A celestial being has returned home.
Her life was a hymn of peace and harmony,
Her gentle voice a psalm of grace,
Her heart, a vessel of unblemished truth.

My grandmother lies down to sleep,
A pillar of unwavering strength and dignity.
Her movements carried the rhythm of elegance,
Her presence, a testament to resilience.
Now, an angel she becomes, ascending to the eternal.

My grandmother lies down to sleep,
The candle flickers—a tender rebellion against the night—
Each flutter a memory, a life well-lived.
And when it surrenders to the dark,
It leaves behind a glow we hold in our hearts.

My grandmother lies down to sleep,
Her face adorned with the serenity of hymns unspoken.
In her repose, she finds home.
The cries of the living echo faintly,
While the wind carries whispers of her laughter,
A song of peace resonating across the ages.

My grandmother lies down to sleep,
The great partridge, bold and enduring, has taken flight.
In the night’s vast expanse, a star ascends,
Brilliant, steadfast—a beacon of her spirit.
The joy of her angelic ascent,
The ache of her earthly absence.

My grandmother lies down to sleep,
A shadow cast upon our hearts,
Yet her light endures within our lives.
She is the roots that anchor us,
The wisdom that guides us,
Our intercessor, our eternal star.

My grandmother lies down to sleep.