I Was Not There
I was not there to hold her hand
Or speak a gentle word
So that her heart would understand
I am the fruit of the sword
I was not there when day's curtain
Fell around her bed
And those gathered were certain
They saw the worms they dread.
I was not there for the ritual dance
Of the final days
That sums up our life's significance
As man and stage decays
I was not there where mourners wait
Around the fragile hour
While the dressed carcas lies in state
Undreaming the giver of power
I was not there to cry myself to shreds
And feel again the gentle hand
That held me when a child. Time weds
My grief to memories: alone I stand.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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