That 23rd Morn May 1963 Poem by shirani ibrahim

THAT 23rd MORN May 1963
Daddy the 'First Only True Love' In a Childs Life
The saddest, is a heart that has seen a knife
A dad's death a pain, unexplainable and a strife
Our hair neatly combed and to perfection
Our uniforms neat, mum did not fail satisfation
Holding daddy's hands to school we went
After two rainy days at home, which we happily spent.
We were surely not afraid to innocently say
Daddy dear didn't send us 'yesterday'
He said the rains will make us very ill
Our classmates smiled strangely and stood still.
But our teachers clearly tried to tell us so,
Daddy will not forever be at your door.
As kids 'YOU' wll fail to understand,
Time can be so cruel with the clocks hand.
Laughing and singng so merrily
It was a lovely drive home so joyfully
Kreme Crackers, cheese and tea with dad
Away we went for tap dancing and with dad
It was the day before my cuz 'tita's wedding
Dropped in an hour to see what we should bring
Dad went to a meeting and dinner with friends
But things changed as fate had plans to see it end
It was half past eight when the door bell rang
My aunt stood with our family doctor in hand
My mum was worried when the doctor kindly said
'Ibrahims' got a chest pain and is in hospital bed.
She stood there frozen in deep silent pain
Tears streaming down her personality maimed
Instantly she left, shattered, home i stayed
My aunts, brother, dads friend, went and we prayed
Pacing the floor, no control, so impatiently,
Hugging each other wondering desperately?
A wrist watch, dad gave me a couple of hours ago,
With pink roses, a fragracne so sweet, i loved it so.
Anxiously awaiting for good news, in tears
Feelings of heart beat with uncertainity, deadly fears
Our first man we loved and he loved us so
A wonderful dad the best he did for us, just four
Fatherless kids, so seldom we have heard
Staring painfully at each other with unspoken words
So young in our years we need him so near
And a mum too young surely dad should be here
But Alas, the angels did come so suddenly!
And took him away gently and tenderly.
Our first love of our lives, our shining star
Now gone away to heaven, away and so far
A dad is always in a crowd somewhere,
Watching his kids he loves no matter where.
Enjoying the ice cream cone from Piccadilly,
Riding the bikes along Galle Road carefully
A dad no more, never, no longer we see
Sadly no more never ever with us be
A dad who will not, can no longer do call,
Fly kites at our fancies whenever we call.
A daddy, whom no one, can no longer greet.
When other daddies, teachers, friends do meet.
A daddy we always wished to proudly speak.
Through tears that somehow will forcibly leak.
Years whizzed by and at the end of life's play,
The feelings same the terrible loss did not decay.
As the handsome ebony haired daddy of 'mine
With his silver tongue and magical words so fine
Decades went by the angels came and mum was gone,
Before the rise of one dark gloomy August morn.
Tragedy struck my younger brother an accdent, he was slain.
Then my elder brother's voice stilled our hearts in silent pain.
My sister and i stand together all alone.
With thoughts wondering who will walk alone?
The world a stage that we had our part to play,
Graacefully we bow out when we finish our stay.
Memories that wont set me free
dreams that keep on bothering me
Chains of yester year thats firmly tied on to me
Keeps replaying of that wonderful Memory