He didn’t Die Easy; The Search for Hope Amid Poverty, War and Genocide

A collection of poetry and reflections by African Writer Mary Kimani

Archive for love poems

KNOWING YOU.


Knowing you,

Is the privilege of my life.

Loving you

Is a bittersweet experience

Knowing you can never be mine

Caring all the same

Knowing you may never understand

But being happy anyway.

Knowing that one day

It may fade into your dust of old memories

And willing it not to be so

And yet knowing

That that is humanity’s way-

Knowing you

Has been the privilege of my life

Loving you

A bittersweet experience

For me the dust may not gather

And it is not because I am young

And know not how life goes

It is because..

It is because

No nomad in the desert forgets the season when it rained.

Knowing you..

How can I explain?

4 August 2000

lonely

The cows don’t moo as often as they did before,

And even when they do

I cannot hear them above the din

Of my lonely heart.

 

The sun don’t shine so bright no more

And even if it does,

I cannot see it for the blinding pain

Of my lonely heart.

 

Nature seems to pair everyone

From birds and bees

To the young and old,

But I cannot seem to find a partner

For my lonely heart.

 

And its been growing darker every day

Summer waning

Autumn dying

And winter approaching

For my lonely heart.

 

Am lonely.

 

unpublished poem by Mary Kimani dated 11 March 2008