Death Of Zeina Poem by Kassem Oude
Death Of Zeina
The fourth of my kids
One out of ten chiks
Full joy source in mid
Eyes smile to nice cheeks
Red tinge started to fade
Became weak strong physique
Voice slowed eyes did wade
Calm motion quiet mimic
Wicked disease inset
Pitiless broke blood
Red white cells platelets
We gave ours in flood
I hoped mine to share
But was stronger fate
Bone marrow graft in care
Little brother did donate
Day by day did degrade
Week later angel went
Deliverance made
To heaven did ascent.
11/28/2008
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4/25/2024 7:56:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
kassem, It cuts deep heart weeps when you lose chip of your soul. But birth and death not under our control, all our reasoning finally fails we can simply weep and wail. CP