In Memoriam Of Their Serenity Poem by nimal dunuhinga
In Memoriam Of Their Serenity
I like to sleep again in a cradle.
Where is my perambulator?
I lost my feeding bottle
and the bootees are not fit now.
My beautiful mom who was the protectress
of this fawn.
When I crawl you gave me your big hand
my handsome dad.
Where did you go with my poor mom?
It's unbelievable,
When I take my children to school in the morning
I see both of you through the mist at the handrail
with my old books.
This made the tears well up, I could hardly contain, I know about this feeling and It Hurts You have such a graceful way Love to you and your closest Love Duncan X
You can find serenity for a while just looking back at those precious day's, huh Nimal?
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4/24/2024 7:03:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very touching and poignant poem. As long as we have warm memories of whose whom we loved so dearly, time stands still. Kindest regards, Sandra