August Pain

And so again, August is here

without you, daughter dear

I hate it when it comes

as I hear September’s drums. 

I stay all month in intense pain

despite the years, it doesn’t wane.

Though my pain is throughout the year

August’s is the most severe

Apprehensively waiting for the day

When you unexpectedly went away

Many years passed since you were gone

But the vivid memory is clear as the sun

August pain will never go

If anything, with the years it will grow.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2018, Copyright©