They come and pay a visit
They pray but really do they?
Visitors come to condole the dead
Wonder what’s going on in their head
Do they really come to comfort?
Or do they simply see your hurt?
Draped in whites or blacks they come
Or adorning pastels they become
To show their affection they give a hug
For you are living with the grief bug
It feels good, it surely does
When they narrate their tales
about the deceased for your ears
your heart pounds in grief evermore
but with a smile at learning more
about your loved one that you lost
you wouldn’t miss on these at any cost
And then your turn to speak up comes
wiping your tears you speak of death
of its how and when and where in a breathe
And of the unfortunate vacuum that is left
on losing your own one within your depth
You cry at times and smile again
you remember the moments time and again
the happy days and painfilled hours
of suffering and joys in distinct blend
They offer solace, they give comfort
But to your needs in oblivion
unsatisfied yet with their condolences
You have your own silence preferences
As you wish to be simple left alone
For no one can be your loved one’s clone
You crave for that voice with a magical tone
You long for that figure around the grove
They come pouring in different emotions around
They come to share your grief by being a surround
But they fail at times in healing your heart
As you see visible signs of faking on their part
You need them yet you need them not
It’s a strange sentiment that’s understood not
And then there are those who cannot come
Yet they care for you from their home
The phone calls and letters mean something
Their condolence cards that you love reading
and sharing with our other dear ones
Together in grief those are the ones’
They come with flowers of lighter shades
they come with poems of different grades
They offer condolences in various ways
They make you feel loved on your gloomy days
Sikiladi
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Yes indeed it’s love we need
And support we also need
We know we are cherished
When a hand on us placed
Flowers with words on a card
Some words scribed by a bard
Yet solitude we seek its so hard
Self love and acceptance reward
Monica your words are my reward
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Thank you for the precious comment Shariffa Ji. A grieving soul understands another’s grieving space and needs.
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The bereaved one goes through all the gestures and words while being consoled but so so difficult to fill that gap left by one who is gone! The bereaved one wishes just to have one look at the one who is gone, hear that voice only once, touch and hug the one who is gone! But alas! All in vain! A tear trickles down the cheek just praying that may the one who is gone is okay wherever he/she is!
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Very heartfelt comment Usha Ji. I agree with you. The longing for that one last glimpse or that voice is all that one wishes for.
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