Àdùkè dù kên ke.

104 days since you’ve been gone,
104 days since I’ve been lost.

A miraculous feat, surely.
How I have masked my sadness, verily.

Stoic and strength,
Two virtues you left me.

That I may survive,
That I may carry on.

It was supposed to be your birthday today,
You were supposed to be here this day.

But as God knows why He took you afore,
It’s only right that I remember you as I would have done.

If you were alive,
If you were with us.

Happy posthumous birthday, dear grandmother.
You would be forever immortalized in my jar of hearts.

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