...and mostly she cried
for her mother,
her small, gentle mother,
who prayed fervently
into the night.
Her kind, strong mother,
who wept silently
till her eyes ran dry.
Her quiet, mild, mother,
who smiled a smile,
which no longer
reached her eye.
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Saturday, 18 April 2015
Wednesday, 15 April 2015
The Wait for Eternity.
...and he smiled sadly at her,
his beautiful little girl,
his pride, his life,
she was his whole world.
'How did this happen?'
he questioned sadly,
'She is my baby,'
he pleaded silently.
And she saw the hurt,
and wiped his tears,
by his feet she tenderly sat,
'Even when I'm gone,
I'll always be your little girl.
And when we're reunited,
We'll feel no pain at all.'
For more writings and poems, follow my instagram @haqtology
:)
his beautiful little girl,
his pride, his life,
she was his whole world.
'How did this happen?'
he questioned sadly,
'She is my baby,'
he pleaded silently.
And she saw the hurt,
and wiped his tears,
by his feet she tenderly sat,
'Even when I'm gone,
I'll always be your little girl.
And when we're reunited,
We'll feel no pain at all.'
For more writings and poems, follow my instagram @haqtology
:)
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