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The Ground

 

Winter, I feel cold, rigid, icy.

Spring, I am washed down by so much rain.

Summer, I feel the heat that dries me out.

Autumn, I sense the end as all are dying.

 

Earthquakes rip me apart.

Floods suffocate me, winds

and cyclones scatter me.

 

I hold the deaths, and their weights.

 

But I hold on, even though

they drill and shovel me.

 

I have faith.

I will always be there.

 

But I cannot help if I feel

stepped on. I am the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remembering My Daughter

 

Sun, Moon, and the Stars,

Fire, lamps, and the lights,

They all brighten my days and nights

Yet all is black in my heart.

 

I want to look into her eyes again,

Her eyes, her passionate heart.

But they will not be returned to me.

Like the floods which flow to the sea.

 

I remember everything.  Yet I ask myself,

Do I really remember?  Ask me,

And my mind is gone with her.

 

Surely, destiny is unjust, yet my love

For her has given me the magic sight!

She is in a foreign land, but wherever

I stand, wherever I should land,

 

I see her everywhere.  No philosophy

Can take away her space from my heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grandsons

 

                For Cyrus, my first grandson, and Darius, my second grandson

 

When one snow flake flies in the sky

I keep seeing my first grandson.

He and his mother are buried side by side.

When the sun announces another beautiful day,

 

the beauties of that day are silent to me.

I am in the thunderstorm of past memories.

Let God come closer to me and offer

his love, while there is still a ray

 

of light in the dark forest.

That light is for my second grandson.

Far away from the noise and pain of past

memories, I am closer to God.

 

Peace is in the high sky of my heart.

While I am missing my first grandson,

I am talking to my second grandson

through the window of my heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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