Nine Years














A lot can happen in nine years

sometimes shed less tears

for its no use living in memories

things now happen with ease


Things that I wished I would see

For you to grow up a tall tree

I don't know what I have missed

you never went away from my heart


A lot can happen in nine years

could have beens

walk around me

In your peers


Sometimes I fear the memory is fading

Becoming distant so I can't grasp it

But then I realize you live within me

A part of me how much I mask it


You were my first one my bundle of joy

The moment I looked at you so little like a toy

Eyes so bright full of love my sweet little boy


A lot could happen in nine years

But the one thing that cannot happen

Is that I will never stop missing you




Comments

Unknown said…
Amazing
4:12 AM
Anonymous said…
Hi there, I have been sticking aroung in your blog posts since this morning. I don’t know who you are, where you are. But the grief you have within the lines in this blog is so touching. I hope your test in this world will be much easier for you soon.
Regards, from Toronto.
2:52 PM
Cybegeek said…
May Allah bless you remember me in your prayers
9:36 AM
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