how do you
brake
the news
to a child
that their only parent
is gone
?
here's one way
:
letting her
estranged villagefolk
who came to take her home
break
the news
at the schoolgate instead
.
because nobody prepared you to face
her
breaking voice
,
her
breaking down
,
as she tries to remain standing
in spite of her wobbly knees
;
as she struggles afloat though
her vision is drowning in tears
;
bothered breathing
,
sobbing and suffocating
;
and you watch
jaw dropped
hands shaking
mind numbed
because nothing prepared you for this
.
holding this
trembling soul
shaken and stirred
by the twists of fate
of having lost
her sole supporter
?
trying to
unbreak
herself
in her state of mind
of worrying about every single thing
of unpredictable uncertainties
---
then you start to realise
that she is no more prepared
than you are
.
nothing
prepared
me
for this
.
how do i
break
the news
to a child
that their only parent
is gone
?
---
written: 13/4/13
last edited: 3/12/13
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
86: Prey
The old priest, perhaps curious after watching me stare at the church walls for so long, finally tapped on my shoulder and asked warmly, "Time to pray?"
I flashed him a smile as I slipped my hand into my inner breast pocket,
"Yes father, time to prey."
I flashed him a smile as I slipped my hand into my inner breast pocket,
"Yes father, time to prey."
14: the thought of Death
Today,
i was
reminded that i
might die Tomorrow. i
wonder if i
have truly
Lived.
My teacher friend was discussing about the theme of death in her English class yesterday, and she asked her students to come up with a poem related to it. Me being the sad observer that I am, joined in just for fun... but now that I read this poem again, I do wonder. Hmm.
By the way, in case you were wondering what structure this is, it's a 16-word poem, structured like this:
1 word2 words3 words4 words3 words2 words1 word
13: Driven to sadness
It fell. It slipped out,
hitting the hard floor. Shock sets
in: death in my hands.
hitting the hard floor. Shock sets
in: death in my hands.
I just ruined my external hard drive because of my own carelessness. Just perfect.
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