It was only this morning that I saw you
Smiling and playing with us kids.
You berated us for staying up so late, we argue
But then listen to your wisely sense.
You left for work that morning hastily
And then we continued on playfully
We played until the sky began to bruise
And then got hit with the devastating news
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At first I didn’t know what to do
I simply stood there
“He told us he had a lot to do
And now he’s simply not there”
I was young and didn’t fully understand
The cruel thing, that is death’s hand
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I remember seeing my uncle sitting, face slumped
Clutching tissues, in his hand clumped
I’ve never known him to not be robust
But here he is, the veil is burst
Crying and weeping, he’s truly undone
For the loss was great.
The loss of his son
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Proceeded was the burial
Never known someone to be taken
Covered in thin white material
Gently lain in the ground, retaken
You were always an icon, ever wise
I hope to see you in paradise
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
Camellia
piercing winter gloom camellia blooms softly such a lovely sight. In winter, in the arboretum and the yards in our region, camellias blooms. Camellia is a tea family plant with lovely flowers. In Japan, camellias have been painted very frequently. Here is one by me (watercolor).
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
I already hearted this, but forgot to comment. Wow, that’s cruel indeed… to have someone go suddenly, when you’re not expecting it. Thank you for sharing this with me. I know it could not have been easy to revisit and write, but I hope it helped give you closure.
Such a powerful yet heartbreaking piece, Mohammed! Beautifully expressed.
Very powerful Mohammed! Is it autobiographical? If so, my profound condolences!
This is so sad! Beautifully written ❤️