By Jumbwike Sam
Seven and ten years have gone
Since young Loy
laid her intelligent brain down in death.
Upon the lips of commoners
who still in their memory
she stands head and shoulders above
the pack as a noble woman, true descendant
of the father, honest in every trust, had
charity for all and malice towards none.
To the refined she’s still the celebral woman,
strong willed in all aspects and
endowed with a power of intellect that could bring even the brightest of lawyers
to their knees.
Many a time i stand and think loudly
about the times we had, and surely we
found all the pleasure that life offered.
I recall with vivid imagery the dreams we
shared, the journeys we traveled together
with Allan, Lillian and Winnie, and all the harsh times we went through.
You might be gone, but from the spot
where you stood in our midst , a bright star
still shoots down on us,
Brightness remains and i will keep the candle burning.
May Your Sleep Be Sound?