Celebrating the new born
Mourning the dead
As we see our beloved ones come and go
Some deaths are hard
Some are slow
Some are quick from an
unknown source
Our eyes water from tears
With pity in our hearts
Recollections of the one
Comes back to us
It feels like yesterday
When we were robust
Why are life and death so different
We ask ourselves
One life
two important days
One has once to be born
And once to die.
This poem makes me cry every time I read it.
Have you ever seen a new born baby? or lost some one you love dearly? the two atmospheres are different right?...........😭😭😭😭
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PoetryPoetries of love, Romance, Depression, life, joy, hatred, anger, death...all in one. Words on paper that struck my heart with emotions... allowing tears to drop...like rain from above... making my cheeks soak from tears...with an inevited need...
