In Memory

Can we ever unveil the bride

That makes us weep and gloomy?

Whose match is fixed at the wink of the eye

Even in days bright and sunny.

I don’t know why I feel so insecure

Even when the daylights tinkle

And the world is so full

Perhaps for my world feels empty

Of the candle that brightened it up

And every time the flowers whisper, as I sit and mull.

Whisper a melancholic strain

That’s too dear to my soul

And it embalms my weeping heart

Even when brine from my eyes roll.

Sleeping in deep slumber

On the earthy mother’s cosy lap

Sleeps my dainty shorter hand

And a most sanctified cherubim

Who sings God’s glory

As in Paradise she stands.

I fondly remember her little bed

That rested her forever

And the thousands of flower

That formed her bed cover.

Every little thing reminds me

Of our naughty fits

Of our pranks and fun

And in every little kid

I can see her glow

Glow of the beautiful setting sun.

The most delicate flowers

As they plant an airy kiss

Give me the feeling of the presence

Of someone I most miss.

And the green, pretty woods

That sings a choir song

Reminds me of the wood

That formed the resting place

Of that flawless body

That always did every good.

As the canopy that my eyes behold

Shelter my imagination’s deity

As she used to enter through it

Chirping and hopping like a bird pretty.

Just ten years and two months

Had made her little life

And brought her so close to my bosom

That I shall be reminded of her, of her alone

If in March flowers blossom.

The rain drops and the winds

Make me see those days

When we danced in the soaking rains

And breathed the windy rays.

Nothing can make a place

That she has reserved in my heart

And therein she still lies

Not in the barren grave

Not in her rotting woody shelter

But in my heart, which still cries.