This one here I wrote just before Christmas '04 when my great-grandmother passed away. Its about how even though she died, and despite me not knowing her much at all, I felt as if I had lost a family member. She was like, 95 and had dementia and stuff, so we weren't close at all really, but I still loved her. She was actually best mates/penpals with the prince-in-exile of Burma I think. Its about how even though she's died, life goes on and we wont forget her.
Farewell, Nanna
A flower blooms, red and bright
It’s scent among the grasses
Elsewhere a person loses the fight
And into eternity passes.
The flower grows, the roots sink deep
Its beauty is admired
The person, now is restful sleep
Shall not once more be tired.
The person, with her closed eyes
She shall be sorely missed
The flower reflected in the skies
Shall remind us of her kiss.
-END-
Farewell, Nanna
A flower blooms, red and bright
It’s scent among the grasses
Elsewhere a person loses the fight
And into eternity passes.
The flower grows, the roots sink deep
Its beauty is admired
The person, now is restful sleep
Shall not once more be tired.
The person, with her closed eyes
She shall be sorely missed
The flower reflected in the skies
Shall remind us of her kiss.
-END-
3 comments:
Wow best mates/penpals with the prince-in-exile of Burma sounds really awesome. Also nice poem there. Its very thoughtful.
That was a nice poem!!
"Do Zebras run up trees"?
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