Mother cried, father almost died, <br />For relief was no telling in the world <br />Of words that forsook us with glimmer, <br />As the rain melted, leaving us behind. <br />Turn the gross chicken, turn it and roast, <br />Forming them will be your saving, <br />Heat creates cravings, as far as warfare. <br /> <br />Send him back, and send him there! <br />To be written on card is a forsaken man, <br />This uncle and aunt will part, <br />And a real memory will attach to the eye; <br />Like the squeeze of a juicy apple. <br /> <br />We died, and we cried, forming a meaning <br />Endangering us with fluttering hearts, <br />Seizing the memory, ceasing to be.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-us-behind-2/
