With hands clasped together, the dear departed! <br />Oh! What a scene, it was rubbles all over them. <br />Oh! What a scene, it was rubbles in between them. <br />But, that didn't make their love rubble. <br />For all that rubble couldn't bury their love! <br /> <br />All the time, you nursed him Mother, <br />Its no wonder, you wanted a painless death (for him) . <br />Oh! You never let the big boys bully him, <br />Alas! You couldn't help the bad boys from harming him. <br />What words you spoke before he entered heaven? <br />The same words you uttered before his first day school? <br />What did you sing to him last? <br />The same melodies you sang him first? <br /> <br />All the time, you were with her, <br />From womb to tomb, twined in to her. <br />Saviour! Were you hers, or was she yours? <br />Nothing but your presence fueled her lamp, <br />Your smiles, your acts, were the ones that fed her. <br />You love him, Mother. You love her, Son. <br />Together in birth, Together in death. <br />With hands clasped together the dear departed!<br /><br />Manoj Kyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dear-departed/
