When I ran into your friends this morning
I noticed there was a face missing
Th'all make-believed comprehension despite their mourning
Yet I knew it was no time for teasing
Streams of sorrow dammed below under my chin
The news must have hurt me the most
And while I may not be your next-of-kin
In you, I must confess, a Queen I have lost
Your memorial was an afternoon of back-to-back praises
With audience ranging from even to odd faces
I did promise not to cry when everyone testified your good deeds
But suddenly tears eluded my eyelids
Yes, I will never get to walk you down the aisle
And together we shall not enjoy the honeymoon phase
But when the whole world is wearing a broad smile
Then, and only then, will I attest you were not just a FANCY FACE
oh! ! so beautiful...........iam sorry for your loss....god bless you and well penned
this is a beautiful but sad poem, must have been dealing with a lot of feelings when you wrote this piece...its a great read
A difficult subject to address but you have managed well to convey your thoughts and feelings. The ending is particularly meaningful (not just a fancy face) which ties in beautifully with your second line about the missing face. You succeeded in finding subtle rhymes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kgaitsedi... this beautifully penned. it still rhyme nicely even if its's coming from a sad and heavy heart.