(loss) The Grave Of My Child

It had been a long passing away.
A death that crackles the hardest stone,
He sank into the bed of this bay,
A death silent and alone.

He once frolicked through the sleepy field
Waking the insects on the grass.
Bare-foot, to the seashore yield
To dance with a moonlit lass.

He was my child, my dear,
Who never let it pass him by,
Always sat at the edge of that pier,
Watching the Samurai sunset sky.

Now I stand here over his grave,
Now realising he is dead.
And there are fireflies over the wave,
Spelling a poem left unsaid.

They wait for him,
Forever,
Thinking he's just asleep,
Waiting, waiting,
Thinking,
Soon,
He'll rise
From the ocean deep.

by K. Jared Hosein

Comments (6)

This is so beautiful, I give you a Li Po God Blessing! ! ! ! !
Hopefully before, for life can be much more You have expressed yourself so well, what an amazing piece, so sad yet so poigniant thankyou for sharing your art Love duncan X
It comes from your heart, I can tell.. Very beautiful, I completly surrendered to the power of this poem! ~~Elya Thorn~~
Breathless such a heart felt pome, had tears to my eyes reading it love ruth x
The human frailty.......comes across in this poem that blossoms in the found glory of LOVE god gave to you.......a little glistening sliver of yourself.....this boy, whose span was not too long but shared more than a life time.
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