In loving memory of Samar Al Ansari: a loving daughter, wonderful sister, and great friend.
Going to places has not been fun
Since the moment you were gone.
I try hard to put a smile on my face
And hide the pain that I within embrace
But still I am asked "Why are your eyes so sad?"
"Do you have any worries or did your day go bad?"
Or they might ask," Are you not well?"
What shall I answer? "I am going through hell".
Suppose I say, "For my beloved daughter I grieve."
They will be in shock, I believe.
I try very hard to get along
And show the world that I am fine and strong.
But the plight that I have faced
Is engraved in my face and can not be erased.
So listen, stranger, do not venture and ask
It is better for you that I keep the mask.
The happiness that I once enjoyed
In going to places is gone, leaving me void.
Since the moment you were gone.
I try hard to put a smile on my face
And hide the pain that I within embrace
But still I am asked "Why are your eyes so sad?"
"Do you have any worries or did your day go bad?"
Or they might ask," Are you not well?"
What shall I answer? "I am going through hell".
Suppose I say, "For my beloved daughter I grieve."
They will be in shock, I believe.
I try very hard to get along
And show the world that I am fine and strong.
But the plight that I have faced
Is engraved in my face and can not be erased.
So listen, stranger, do not venture and ask
It is better for you that I keep the mask.
The happiness that I once enjoyed
In going to places is gone, leaving me void.
Summer Rays Copyright© 2009
by Randah Ribhi Hamadeh
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