I never knew I would be moved
I hate dwelling on sentiment
Sentiment as a chariot draws emotion
And emotions I detest
But how would I understand the sorrow
The agony of the bereaved
The excruciating pain of losing a priceless beloved
How would I comprehend
The lose of a dear rib
I have never gasped for breath before
How would I assimilate the scourging pain of desperate need for air
It was how they felt
When that bright torch of love deemed
When her radiant smile ceased
And her sweet eyes shut in eternal sleep
When the night speaks silence of a familiar touch
They wept endlessly
I stood in awe
As stream of tears came cascading down their faces
A mother is an irrevocable, irreplaceable jewel
A figure that sat and watched our infant head
When we sleep on our cradle bed
And tears of sweet affection shed
That sacred position who will forever fill?
A fair flower was gone from them
I wept
The first sight of a dead I behold
In their shoes myself placed
And my heart the pain tore
And I knew I won't bear to part
with my fair angel of love
Their sorrow spoke to one another in mutual understanding
With longing eyes they looked at her body
Lifeless
Motionless
Dead
In turn they kissed her scented garment silently mourning for a bosom that will cease to protect them
