Do They Really Leave Us
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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.)
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
Push the button, it all starts
to end
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?
Copyright © Elle Kilma | Year Posted 2017
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