Born To Die Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

On my brothers celebration day
who died by cancer I call my mother
to visit her on his birthday
to hold her hand as a truly sufferer

I rang her up
to announce me
to pray with her
and to bring a bunch of flowers with me

A voice in the phone
asked me who I am
my response has been done
I am her son

I was standing on shaky ground
listening the voice and their sound
I´m sorry to tell you
this morning your mother had died
so sorry for you
she lay in state this night

Bought flowers bow their heads
as time runs by
eyes were filled
without any cry
looking through
closed gates
into bottomless space
feeling killed
a silent scream
in various dreams

I am the last member
who will remember
her last smile like a star
to keep her in heart not very far
blessed in Trinity above
my father in August
my brother in March
my mother in November
and me sometimes at last

My brother was born on her mortal day
Born to die on the same date
time has come to pray
all happened on Poppy Day

(c) All Rights Reserved
Floy Dy Ra,2012/11/21
(dedicated to my parents & my brother R.I.P)