Twenty four hours ago I contemplated the content of this blog -- what to say at the end of a busy day? This and that, nothing concrete or even complete. Easily I slip into a pond of self pity, some intellectual situation replete. Now, almost twenty four hours later… I write with a sad exhortation. Another young one has sung his last refrain. The rest of us will have to cherish his memory as fewer of us will also gradually remain.
The full moon
Looks at me
In patches below
Mist casts a shadow
Like this ache
I can’t explain
One loss
Less meaning
Only immediate
Pain
The full moon
All revealed
Flashbacks
Casts a brightening spell
Others could
Possibly have fallen
One loss
More meaning
Their lives remain
A full moon
Raw emotions borne
A reluctant falling star
Caste a glimmer of hope
How on earth can we cope
An angels’ work never complete
Each night we have to sleep
One loss
Greater meaning
Every waking day calls for a renewed belief
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe for Augustine Noemdoe -- Born 1990-08-13 , Died 2011-08-13. You gave us all of you and we appreciated your love and gentle nature.
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