My Dear Dead Poem by Mustafa Ghuneim

I wish the dead had e-mails,
Although I see some in my dreams,
Not enough when you miss them,
And your passion burns in flames;

I wish the dead had cell-phones,
Steve would have called his mom,
And Linda would have called her bros,
I would have called my uncle to know his news;

I wish the dead had satellites,
We would have knew when they will arrive,
The weather up there, maybe., The schedule of their flights,
Cartoons and TV shows or anything that brights;

I wish the dead were here with us,
They are who we love, who we trust,
For just a day maybe, to tell them what we supposed to have said,
And we haven't because they are dead;

But I guess we just have to believe,
they aren't here,
Can you hear me Linda?
Can you hear me Steve?
Can I hear my Voice,
Which Echoes in my deeps?
Anything you wanna say, you haven't said,
To tell Who you loved, who are dead,
'You Affected my life, You made what I'm today..
You will remain here with me, In my heart and in my head
Thank You My Dear Dead.... '