DEATH HAS ALWAYS LEFT US WONDERING WHY.....! NOT UNTIL IT HAPPENS TO CLOSE FRIEND AND YOU JUST WISH IT WAS A DREAM. "WE LOVED YOU SHEM........R.I.P"

THAT HOUR







That fateful Wednesday
Is undeletable,
Sometimes, we may forget
But your memories remain.
We thought it was a bad dream
We hoped it was a dream after all
However it was neither of them
It happened, very fast.

That morning you cheered your
Lovely son
You joked with your charming wife
Not aware of the roaming danger
Jimmy- some of us saw you,
At least make your last movement
It never occurred to you or us
That we were bidding farewell to you

As early as the day started
The angle of death had been traveling
With each second tickling away
He neared
His wings flapping rhythmically
Each second tonating the flapping

Unaware of the impeding fate
You joked, smiled and laughed.
Unknowingly, time was flying out fast
We too, joked, laughed and smiled back
All this time
The angle of death was advancing
Now swiftly

A few meters from home
He finally caught up with you
And off he went
Holding you securely on his flap
Or else you slip back to us

In a short while Jimmy was gone
We watched the angle disappear with you
His face was not happy either
Guilt spread across it
“What have I done?”
He seemed to wonder.

At your young age you slipped
Past our fingers
Our minds are now numb and blank
Trying to restructure the jigsaw
But the pieces are still missing

Now that you are gone
In heart we got your memories
The joy you shared with us
Still oozes from your undeletable memory
We live your ambition- to be happy

Jimmy, our dear brother
We know you are in the next room
Laughing, smiling and giggling- you always did.
You may be locked behind that door
But we can peep thru and see you
We are more unified than ever
Because your memoirs are
Etched in the tablets of our innermost feelings
We love you our brother.


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SHEM died in a grisly road accident that raised more questions than answers. His love for Art inspired me to write this poem. To Vickie- Though I never hardly enjoyed the luxury of holding you close to me, you always lite my heart whenever I entered that class to teach you literature or Geography. It was my dream that one day I would tell the world that I once loved you. This a special one for you and your family. I believe that Shem is smiling and wishing you all well