Elle Kilma Poet Rhyme

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This poem is dedicated to my late Amo (uncle) Momen. His name means "believer" and he believed in everything beautiful. He taught me how to believe. How to forgive. How to love. He encouraged me to write. May he rest in peace and in love. (The paper in the photo above has the poem I wrote for him; the one you're about read. I wrote it the day he passed away, and I left it on his grave.)

Do They Really Leave Us

They leave us

But do they really leave us?

They leave the world
but
They don’t leave our hearts
They leave their bodies
but
Not the characters they embodied

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They returned the gifts they were blessed with
Gently back into the places they came from

Wrapped in white silk
Creamier than milk
Gently they descend

Back where it all began
In the finest grains and dirt
Slides between their fingers
It’s warm
Protected from the storm
Preserved
Every bone in every cell that rose

And now
It falls
Sinks into peace
Plummets into the light
Into the piercing breeze
Cold enough to breathe
The Last breath
The Last sight
The Last scent
The Last taste
The Last touch

They rest their eyes
Their minds
Leave their memories behind
They lose their fears
Release their dreams
There are no inhibitions now
No where, who, what, when and how

It rang
The buzzer, the alarm

The green light shines
orange, and then red

Silence

Like the soft sounds of the Sahara
Like the silky water of the red sea
Like the child in the womb

Silence

Even deeper now
Ears, they don’t hear a sound
Or the footsteps above ground
No longer can they hear the winds racing
Water dropping
Babies crying
Engines roaring
Glass shattering
Heels stomping
Kids playing
Waves crashing

Silence

They don’t hear a sound
Now they rest
In peace, they indulge
They are the lucky ones

Chosen from the masses
Handpicked from the fields
From the rest, they shine
They saw and were never blind

They will remain loved
Remembered
Missed
As our eyes rest every night
We will unite
And relive every day we spent
Every feeling felt
After they leave us

But do they really leave us?

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Buffy Sammons July 6, 2017 at 7:42 AM Beautifully written, touched my heart in a profound way. Keep it going. Beautiful poem. Buffy

Marilyn Newman May 7, 2017 at 11:43 PM Your a very inspirational poet. Keep up your good work. Your write with a passion which is really hard to find in a person nowadays. Elle Kilma May 11, 2017 at 11:58 PM I am humbled by your words, Marilyn. I do write with passion, sometimes too much passion :) Thank you very, much. I very much appreciate it.

Richard Lamoureux May 6, 2017 at 8:14 AM A beautiful dedication. Elle Kilma May 7, 2017 at 12:30 AM Thank you very much, Richard :-)

Connie Marcum Wong May 5, 2017 at 8:11 AM A warm welcome to Poetry Soup. A very beautiful tribute Elle. Only the body dies, our spirit lives on and I believe it becomes reborn. Very sorry for your loss. You were blessed to have him in your life. Aloha, Connie Elle Kilma May 5, 2017 at 7:03 PM Thank you, Connie. You're right. I do believe the same. Sometimes I talk to him when I miss him, because I know he can hear me. :)

Darren White May 4, 2017 at 10:53 AM Sadeeqatee, what a beautiful poem you have written for your uncle. And to answer your question, in my mind they do never leave us. The people who left me are still in my heart and in my mind. Elle Kilma May 5, 2017 at 7:05 PM Sadeeqy, thank you. I had a feeling that that would be your answer to my question. I am happy that you feel the same and that the people that left you are still there :)

Chris Green May 3, 2017 at 5:41 AM What a beautiful and touching poem about a loved one you lost. I can feel the love in your words. Sorry for your loss Elle Kilma May 5, 2017 at 7:06 PM Thank you so much, Chris. This poem was very hard for me to write because I was never prepared for something like that. My uncle was also a poet and I felt that he would appreciate it.