(Elegy-style poem)
In the quiet night,
The shining moon light,
Reminds me of your face,
That was brimful of grace.
In the Summer breeze,
Can I still see please,
You sitting in that chair,
Smile at me in your ‘ba ba’ wear.
Across the meadow,
I saw a widow,
Who’s hopeful, strong and bright,
Despite her hapless plight.
In the midday rain,
My mind can’t abstain,
From your funeral scene,
That I wish I had been.
I build an altar,
In my soul ever,
For you – charming Granny,
My love to you daily.
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by tommy japan.
Reblogged this on The Nurdler and commented:
Another touching piece from HiMe
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Nice work, another touching piece.
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