The day I was born, the stars shone brightly;
Found myself in arms, holding me tightly.
Eyes filled with tears of joy,
As I opened my eyes and grabbed the fingers that would hand me toys.
The day I felt happy, the trees swayed and the birds sang;
And in my ears my mother's laughter rang.
My father stood beside me in a protective stance,
As I waded in the warm sea, within the range of his glance.
The day I fell ill, the sun covered the moon in an eclipse;
In silent prayer moved my mother's lips.
Blood shot through my father's eyes,
As my mouth released a pain filled cry.
Our eyes briefly met, their begging me to stay;
As my body convulsed and I gasped, trying to keep the pain at bay.
The day I died, the sky mourned with thunder and rain;
The smile that adorned a face while singing lullabies, was now tear stained.
The man who taught me to stand straight, sat alone now defeated and pained;
Why didn't I try and struggle against death, his numb mind repeated in vain.
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A Sad Story
Poetrysometimes life plays cruel games....makes people lose beloved ones and leaves them to mourn leaving behind indelible traces of memories good and bad...but life goes on no matter what... hope u like it....if u do please dont forget to vote...
