I'm Calling You

Every moment, of the day

I’m calling you

Trying to forget that your death

is not fabricated, but true

Hoping that you come back

Only for minutes, even few

I miss you daughter,

and don’t know what to do

How can I go on living?

I have no clue.

I look at your jeans, dresses,

tops, the pink and the blue,

And the ones you haven’t worn

still in your cupboard new

I caress every item there

including each sandal and shoe.

Had you been alive, all of these

You would’ve by now outgrew.

I gaze at your belongings

They too are calling you.

Randah R. Hamadeh, Copyright © 2014
Author, Summer Rays-Solace for Bereaved Parents