a short poem in tribute to a daughter, a sister, a cousin and a grand daughter, who came into this world and lived for only 45 minutes.
cupid, why pierce arrows to her heart?
you didn't leave love, you only brought fear
why leave intricacy to her newborn heart when you could've made us meet? ;
her mother dreaming of an angel she hadn't met and her father wished he held her
we're lost for words, is this just another myth? cupid, why did you leave thorns before our feet?
there's no petal of flower to block the strong scent of grief
the music and the melodies only leaving silence
under the orange skies we're dancing ;
even with the sandcastle falling from within, even with the waves trying to hold it up
there's no turning back the vinyl, keep the song going.
just like what they sing on the speakers, "in these memories, let's meet again"
where goodbye's are only a word only imagined
holding hands, let's walk down the memory lane until the gray clouds disappear ;
in the windows, in the frames of her memory, forgive the cupid, let him guide her instead
not with an arrow, but with the presence of heaven, these are the words we want you to hear.
YOU ARE READING
what the garden whispered to my ear
Poetrywould she be fine, will she stay until the leaves pile up under the trees? started on : May 9 2021 finished on : July 7 2021 - amedala deriada
