sometimes, when i think of when you use to be here, how you filled my heart cannot be measured with the way i feel about this leaked roof even though we had little food as people of little means

sometimes, i hear your voice your laugh your shout your cries your advice your reproof and anger, every single part you played in my life
every steps you took my hand and guide me as baby to see now the light
those sublime memories are still fresh here in my head

at times, the pillow cannot count each dropping from the eyes as they rushes down like water fall that never stops

when will forever in paradise comes
who knows the mind of God if he won't be happy reading it as a book page by page carefully and not be disconsolate
for i found this hope from Him
that i will see you sooner

this hope, yes, helps to cope
© SJ Allone