Tue, 04/10/2018 - 13:19 -- Miker


Before your stone, I stand a prodigal
This creed of despair is all-
All that is left of my grieving ink

You our dearest rose
Found it fair to wither
So the will of God could blossom

But dear mother,

I cannot write in despair
Neither can my lines
Prolong this hope long dead

I cannot recall your face
Neither can my imaginations
Bring back memories we never had

I cannot dream or wish
Neither can my lifetime’s tears
Awaken your saintly eyes now shot

It's break me to know that -
I cannot cling to you in this life
And it is not our fate
To meet in this unfair world.


This poem is about: 
My family
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