Ululation

Ululation
the car keys lay before me,
never got your chance to shine. 
What if God would not have taken you
to soar above us all. 
Would we have been friends?
Or nothing at all.
I miss you big cousin. 
I never got to meet you.
I try to imagin what you would have looked like,
but all I can see is the urn.
That day replays 
with the song in my mind.
I never got to meet you 
but still cried the day you left. 
I knew that I would love you,
but instead I had to mourn.


In loving memory of BJ Davis.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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September 24, 2026 at 6:05 AM
I've really been enjoying your poem and the emotions and imagery were so vivid that i could easily picture them as beautiful illustration. I'm a commission-based manga/webtoon artist,and I’d love to discuss the possibility of bringing this poem to life if you're ever interested. Feel free to reach out at gm@il : akiracomicart2@ or on inst@: eve_verse_
Agustin Avatar
August 16, 2026 at 12:37 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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March 26, 2016 at 12:17 AM
Jaimee, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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August 6, 2015 at 1:46 AM
Jaimee Batchelder,, Enjoyed reading your poem. **SKAT**
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July 17, 2011 at 4:56 AM
SO TOUCHED ! ! ! *-* junjun
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