Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Oh, the day she left, a shadow fell
A mentor lost, a heart that has dwelt
In memories of times so swell
Now just a distant echo’s spell

The laughter we shared, the lessons learned
The guidance she provided, the paths she burned
The wisdom she imparted, the dreams that stirred
All gone, like a fleeting blur

The silence is deafening, the emptiness vast
The weight of her absence, the past
The loneliness creeps in, like a chill
And fills my heart with a sorrowful thrill

But still, I will hold on to the memories
The love and the lessons, the laughter and the tease
For though she is gone, her spirit lives on
In the heart of her mentee, forever strong

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

When I am gone, no longer here to stay,
The world will keep on spinning, night and day.
People’s reactions, they will ebb and flow,
As they mourn my passing, and the memories they know.

Some will weep and wail, with tears so bold,
Their grief a river, rolling like a gold.
Others may smile, and laugh with glee,
Remembering the good times, wild and free.

But I will not be there to see or hear,
Their joy or sorrow, their love or fear.
For when I am gone, I will be at peace,
In a place where love and pain release.

No more the burdens of this life I will bear,
No more the strife and struggle I will share.
I will be free, my spirit soaring high,
In a world where love and joy do not die.

Let them weep, mourn and cry,
For I am gone, and I will not deny.
But know that I am in a better place,
Where love and joy will forever embrace.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

When God is silent, the world is still,
A hush falls over the hearts that thrill.
The winds of change are quiet in their sway,
As if the heavens held their breath in awe.

The stars above, they twinkle bright,
Their light unchanged, though all is tight.
Their whispers echo through the night,
A gentle reminder of His sight.

The trees stand tall, their limbs outstretched,
Their leaves rustling soft, no words are spoken.
The flowers bloom, their colors bold,
Their beauty unmarred, their stories untold.

The creatures of the wild, they roam,
Their footsteps quiet on the loam.
Their cries and songs, they fade away,
As if in reverence for the day.

The moments pass, the hours slip by,
The silence deepens, the heavens high.
The world is still, the heart is calm,
In the silence of God’s peaceful balm.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi