Oh Days!

Oh, days, come back
when we were five!
When happiness in our home
was able to thrive
The days that we enjoyed
when SAMAR was alive
The days before my beloved
went on her last drive
And before joy became
a word in our archive
Oh, present, I wish
that you had not arrived!
I never have imagined
that I would survive
a day
where in the sea of sorrow
I would dive
Oh, days, come back
to when we were five!


Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Summer Rays