Sunday, July 20, 2025

A poem for Samar by May M. Yateem

Who would you have been?

What could you have become?

I think about you often-

The sadness long since numb.

So long ago, the flames have softened

Red embers left burning low

Specks of ash fading lifeless

Fading-so slow.

I find you in my dreams

Even in my waking thoughts

I’m sad for the life you could have lived

Amongst our lot.

Would you have worked for the government?

No doubt, you would have given back.

You were once a firecracker

Who filled my soul with joy and laughter.

Your brother has two children

One of them looks like you.

The joy they bring their Teta

Fills my sorrowed heart anew.

I hope you know you’re not forgotten.

Your luck, simply put, was rotten.

Until the day we meet again

I’ll do my part, live smart.

To the end of time and back to the start.

I miss you, friend, with all my heart.


May M. Yateem

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