"A lousy sunday afternoon when"

Aliya Narghese

A lousy sunday afternoon when

The world had gone, for a momentary slumber

Her world fell forever quiet

beneath the burning timber

An unwelcome call, a cacophony of cries

Looks of pity, soulless sympathy

Life that was laid gently into her hands

Now a burden far heavy to carry

They called her brave, called her strong

But she knew they were wrong

Met with an incident so vivid

Her mind always so livid

She was only a child,

Left to pick up the shattered pieces

To mend a home, that no longer held warmth

The little heart held no remorse, but bottled fear

For she learned too soon,

Nothing can truly ever stay

Time flew, now she a fair maiden

Wiser for her age, yet housed a fragile trust

Her fury dispersed and fondness overflown

Standing before the cold gravel 

She whispers a soft greeting

"I miss you" 

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