Now that family have separated From the gathering your funeral brought Can we still talk of the dearly departed? When everyone else is so caught Up in their own sky, clouded by judgment
That a slab of Marble brings people together And that personal troubles is not above the weather And the smell of rain as it drips down our hair To fill the role of tears where our minds don't care
To the grandkids you never got to hug To the machines that were plugged The hospital you never awoke from To me who never visited cause I was afraid and dumb
Do you nod your head in anger? Do your tears Bring rain? When we stray from the right path and cause each other pain? Do you regret like we do? Or do you forget in paradise? Are you finally at peace? Does the ignorance suffice?
I hope you never have to see us at our worst That only love bursts from your eyes From the golden Skies, where you hide That the blinding light hides the truth That we're struggling in our youth
Find peace Ouma, and please be at the entrance when we die So we could cry, and be suprised when you haven't changed one bit That your joy persists and we can't resist looking back That you're finally on track, no bills or selfish entities That your soul is intact, and you don't lose your Amenity
A poem on my Ouma(Grandmother) who died around a year back. Came to mind after a emotional spike