biola olatunde | it is coming…

It is coming..

with each dawn
I watch
grandma
her potholed tongue
from ground tobacco
and her smile.

My heart strains
as I return
her one tooth
smile.

I am afraid to
sleep
maybe it will
delay
the coming gloom

How shall I tell
grandma
that the tobacco
is all gone
to pay the bills.

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