You left a scent
on your bed sheet,
and a shadow to
occupy your seat,
to always welcome me
and greet.
But most of all,
you left me love
with each heart beat.
No one feels your presence
more than me-
Is this how
It’s supposed to be?
That only I
can feel and see,
When others fear
to remember thee.
You are with me
the moment I open my eye
When I start my day
and gaze at the sky
Wishing that
I was the one to die.
You were so young
to say goodbye.
Life goes on as usual
for everyone.
Not for me,
nothing is normal
since you’ve been gone.
I wish, from my present,
I could escape and run,
And go back
to when you were with us,
my dearest one.
People keep telling me
that I’m wrong
because I keep singing
your song.
They claim I’m dragging
my grief too long
by keeping you
in my present, where
you no more belong.
Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter,
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
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