Babatunde; Our Father Has Returned
by Kolade Olaiya
Minutes after I poured sand
into my father’s grave,
I wrapped my hands around
My sister. Her face and belly
were still swollen because she had been
in labor a day before our father died.
How’s my father?
He is in the arms of my husband, sleeping, she said
And I thought –
She was not going to cry
because in place of our father,
she had gotten a son.
when she cried,
there was no sorrow in her voice.
Babatunde, our father has returned.
Kolade Olaiya is a graduate student at East Tennessee State University, Tennessee. He is a Nigerian who has been writing poetry for eight years. He loves describing things in a way that balances clarity and ambiguity. You can follow him on Twitter.