tendzr child, while i dhrank a cold beer you lay dying. <br />agonizing humbly, quietly looking into mamas helpless eyes, <br />as i laughed and drank my cold beers. <br />she smelled death lurking in your inyour bones as your gaze melted stars, <br />as i talked art and drank cold beers, <br />you surrenderd embracing the final hour, in endless minutes, waiting on the hour, <br />disdaining time, despising ambrosia, serious in <br />waiting on the final hour as i drank my cold beers. <br />i did not see you, i did not know, but i know you now. <br />you are not alone for i cried today, <br />i mourned your humble surrender <br />i saw your bed i saw your mother, i saw your eyes, i saw her weeping, <br />she cooed like a dove over your giant eyes, staring, you were tired, but nodded in the final hour. <br />i was drinking at the silly bar, talking nonsense about art and make believe, <br />about changing the world and protecting the sky.. <br />as you waited on me, you were saying your last goodbye. <br />but i'll come to the motherland, to write you a poem in the red dust, to see your mother and make her laugh, well sing your songs and makz believe..ill guard yoour memory as a brave who embraced death with life. <br /><br />elias galvez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cnn-africa/
