This poem isn't about my mom , she is still alive , God Bless Her and yours too .. But I Wrote this when i heard about what happened to one of my school peers .. Its imaginary .. but i am sure that i happens to many people around this world ... I hope that u like it .. and please comment
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With the last prayers
she was put in her grave
She had nothing she could keep
neither she could save
Her daughters surrounded her
They were sad
They cried
They wanted back their mom
Why has she died ?
They had no where to go ..
No where to hide !
They needed someone to look after them
They really needed a guide
Someone to help them heal
Be there by their side
Three little girls entered the orphanage
In each eye , there was a tear
The owners of the place greeted them happily
Don’t you worry , You are safe here
But there are some rules
Something you need to hear
If you want food you must work
We must make things clear
Let me complete the story
I am the oldest daughter , you can call me Fay
One year has gone by
Since that miserable dark day
It was April then
And now its May
You want to know what happened to us ?
There is no much to say
At first it was hard to settle down
We cocould like the place
Our hearts were already full with sorrow
For more there was no space
During the daytime we used to work
Our lives were like a daily race
At night , we had scary nightmares
In every one , there was a fantasy to chase
We coulcouldefuse and protest anymore
We had to agree to our case .
I gained some friends
I finally learnt to like a face .
Kevin was very nice .. you could sat almost perfect
To me , he was the idol guy
He never showed misery
Never felt ashamed of his reality .. never was shy
His life took him through a lot of hard moments
Both his parents were going to die
They had to fight a dangerous disease.. but their ending was coming closer
Soon , they will have to say their last goodbye
The most important thing about Kevin ..
Was that I never saw him cry
He taught me a very precious lesson
A one that I wont forget until the day I die
When you face hard times in your life
You shouldn't cry and moan
You should be strong
Use your tragedies to give more
Its not wrong to feel sad
But not cry until your eyes are sore
Sail in your tragedies
But don’t forget to return to reality's shore
Your loved ones have passed away
But don’t follow them through that door
Things aren't what they look like
Things are what they truly are in the core
