We are three

How many children are you?

We are three.

I mean, how many after your loss?

We’ll always be three.

Are you counting your sister, then?

Yes, she is part of our family tree?

But, this is not how we count

In counting, you are free.

My sister is always with us

Don't judge by what your eyes see

If you lost a sister you’ll understand

My Dear sister is always with me.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you…

You need to include her, I fully agree.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2012, Copyright©

Written in loving memory of my daughter

Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

(www.samaralansari.com)

Samar's Drawings (43),Grade 8

Men Do Cry

I heard quite often "men don't cry"

Though no one ever told me why.

So when I fell and skinned a knee

No one came by to comfort me.

And when some bully boy at school

Would pull a prank so mean and cruel

I'd quickly learn to turn and quip

"It doesn't hurt" and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years

I learned to stifle any tears.

Though "Be a big boy" it began

Quite soon I learned to "Be a man."

And I could play that stoic role

While storm and tempest wracked my soul.

No pain nor setback could there be

Could wrest one single tear from me.

Then one long night I stood nearby

And helplessly watched my son die.

And quickly found to my surprise

That all that tearless talk was lies.

And still I cry and have no shame

I cannot play that "big boy" game.

And openly without remorse

I let my sorrow take its course.

So those of you who can't abide

A man you've seen who's often cried

Reach out to him with all your heart

As one whose life's been torn apart.

For men do cry when they can see

Their loss of immortality.

And tears will come in endless streams

When mindless fate destroys their dreams.

Written by Ken Falk, Northwest Connecticut Chapter TCF    

http://www.brandywinetcf.org/uploads/June_2011_PlusWalkSheet.pdf

The Chair

Oh lonely, sad and solemn chair

I know the reason behind your stare

You long for her, I’m aware.

Speak up of your pain, Declare

That life has been so unfair

When sorrow came out of nowhere,

With sadness filling the air

And your occupant no more there.

Oh Chair! I wish your loneliness I could spare.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2012, Copyright©

Written in loving memory of my daughter

Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

March 2012

عذرا بيروت

حزينة أنت

عروس البحر

...بيروت

أين جمالك؟؟؟

الذي فاق بريقه
الزمرد والياقوت

الأنني أتيت

دون حبيبتك

التي ذهبت

لرب الملكوت؟

تسأليني عنها

فينوح قلبي

وينتابني السكوت

تبكيها مطرا

بالرعد صارخة

"لماذا الشابة تموت؟"

عذرا بيروت

الموت لا يستأذن

عندما يحطم البيوت

رحلت حبيبتنا

هذا قدرنا

 .يا بيروت

رنده ربحي حماده

(أم سمر)

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2012

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Poignant Words written by an anonymous person

If only we could see the splendor of the land,
To which our loved ones are called from you and me,
We'd understand.


If only we could hear the welcome they receive,
From the old familiar voices all so clear,
We would not grieve.


If only we could know the reason why they went,
We'd smile and wipe away the tears that flow,
And wait content.
Anonymous

Love Never Dies

Love for our dead ones never dies for sure

With all the losses we have to endure.

Our loved ones are far but remain near,

Alive in our hearts and in our sphere.

Losing one’s child is the worst loss of all

It gets imprinted on our face and eyeball.

But, if you choose to keep your child alive

You’ll find solace and be able to survive.

A bereaved mother, God showed me the way

To keep my daughter alive everyday,

Hear her voice and see her face,

Watch her as she walks with grace,

Embrace her when I contemplate

And feel her touch, a feeling so great,

Imagine her sitting with us all

In our gatherings, large and small

My greatest comfort in these five years

Was writing her poems full of love and tears.

Keeping her alive in my life I don't ignore

That she’s not with us anymore.

God decided that it was time for her to leave,

Left me to keep her legacy, not only grieve.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2012, Copyright©

Written in loving memory of my daughter

Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

(www.samaralansari.com)

A Quote on Tears by Charles Dickens

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the building dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
Charles Dickens

Five Star Iris -Is there something I can do

Lyrics to Is There Something I Can Do :

Whoever made the claim that words could ease the pain

Never watched your tears fill up an ocean

Never saw your face, the moment you found out

That you'd have to live without, until heaven

Is there somethin' I can do other than being here for you to ease the pain

If I can keep you from fallin', fallin' down'

I'm sorry to sound selfish but I feel so helpless

Is it okay if I stay here with you and cry for awhile

Whoever made the claim that words could ease the pain

Never watched you fall apart, never put you back together

When you were broken down, into a million pieces

Scattered on the ground

Is there somethin' I can do

What can I say, what can I do

Music and Lyrics by Alan Schaefer and Dexter Green

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRB0enqRhzg

Beirut

“Oh Beirut,

why all this rain?”

They are tears from heaven,

sharing your pain.

I’m sorry for

your grief, Dear,

your loss of a lovely daughter

whose life was so brief.

There is nothing I can do

except cry,

shed my tears for her

from the sky.

For she loved me

and I loved her too.

People are attached to me,

 I only to few.

She enjoyed my streets

as well as my sea,

I’m the place she loved,

and wanted to see.

                                                                                                          

Accept my condolences

sent from above,

Your daughter, I’ll always

remember and dearly love.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2012, Copyright©

Written in loving memory of my daughter

Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

(www.samaralansari.com)

February 2012