A poem/song dedicated to my granmother and granfather who was killed in the battle of the Somme 1 July 1916.
The Last Summer
It’s the last summer with magic for me
It shines in your eyes such sweet memories
Will always remind me of dreams that you whispered
I hear them as softly as sweet falling rain
Softly softly sweet falling rain
My lips remember - come here again
Softly softly sweet falling rain
My heart remember - come here again
The heat in the cornfield The haze in the meadows
The shimmer of poppies a wonderous glow
We lay (mingle/mix) together the tears of tomorrow
Strewn before us as Loves’ favours spent (grow or go?)
Softly softly sweet falling rain
My lips remember - come here again
Softly softly sweet falling rain
My lips remember - come here again
Our eyes a’glistening The tears not forgotten
You held my hand lightly As green turned to gold
We strolled through the meadows sweet
thoughts for tomorrow
Horizons herald - dark thunders’ roll
Softly softly sweet falling rain
My lips remember - come here again
Softly softly sweet falling rain
My lips remember - come here again
Now as you lay fallen In sweet meadows past
My eyes are opened to the things unasked
Our love lies bleeding hearts ease the pain
My love I remember the sweet falling rain
Softly softly sweet falling rain
My heart remembers - I’ll come here again
Softly softly sweet falling rain
My heart remembers - I’ll come here again
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep