Words are dead like you now.
Dead like lungs that won’t breathe
Without a ventilator:
Sad COVID ridden bags
That don’t mean much when burnt,
Despite all the roads travelled,
Despite all the lessons learnt.
Eventually, they lie on paper,
Like dead lungs in plastic,
Left for those who may read,
If it falls within his creed.
Ultimately they are dead leaves,
Hanging on some dead tree,
For ghosts and strangers meaning
Nothing to you and nothing to me.
Tag: Death
Aware
If I can let you go,
I can let it all go.
You who have carried me,
Through the ages
And loved a soul I don’t know I have.
You have seen me
Through word and pain
And there and back
And there and back again.
If I can let you go
And bear such mighty despair,
Your strength is now my name,
For, in letting go,
You have made me very aware.
Goodie Pua
I couldn’t dress you,
The way you wanted to shine.
I couldn’t touch you,
I couldn’t do your hair up fine.
We spoke of death and love,
Before you were taken away,
I really did all I could;
But oxygen blew you away.
You were my only Father!
Of all in the family, beloved you!
You’re left now, with all the rest,
My home, my childhood, my truth.



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