(loss) The Grave Of My Child Poem by K. Jared Hosein

(loss) The Grave Of My Child

Rating: 5.0


It had been a long passing away.
A death that crackles the hardest stone,
He sank into the bed of this bay,
A death silent and alone.

He once frolicked through the sleepy field
Waking the insects on the grass.
Bare-foot, to the seashore yield
To dance with a moonlit lass.

He was my child, my dear,
Who never let it pass him by,
Always sat at the edge of that pier,
Watching the Samurai sunset sky.

Now I stand here over his grave,
Now realising he is dead.
And there are fireflies over the wave,
Spelling a poem left unsaid.

They wait for him,
Forever,
Thinking he's just asleep,
Waiting, waiting,
Thinking,
Soon,
He'll rise
From the ocean deep.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Uriah Hamilton 08 July 2006

This is so beautiful, I give you a Li Po God Blessing! ! ! ! !

1 0 Reply
Duncan Wyllie 23 June 2006

Hopefully before, for life can be much more You have expressed yourself so well, what an amazing piece, so sad yet so poigniant thankyou for sharing your art Love duncan X

1 0 Reply
Elya Thorn 01 May 2006

It comes from your heart, I can tell.. Very beautiful, I completly surrendered to the power of this poem! ~~Elya Thorn~~

1 0 Reply
Ruth Warren 25 March 2006

Breathless such a heart felt pome, had tears to my eyes reading it love ruth x

0 0 Reply
Adryan Barnathan 25 March 2006

The human frailty.......comes across in this poem that blossoms in the found glory of LOVE god gave to you.......a little glistening sliver of yourself.....this boy, whose span was not too long but shared more than a life time.

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
K. Jared Hosein

K. Jared Hosein

Trinidad and Tobago, West Indies.
Close
Error Success