Barely fifteen painful years <br />gone by, <br />maybe less, the second time <br />it was stood I <br />choking, <br />fighting back tears <br />unsuccessfully trying, <br />at the remains of someone, <br />other than <br />my mother's, <br />equally dear to me, since <br />Nineteen Sixty-Three, <br />staring. <br /> <br />I couldn't help chuckling <br />on sighting <br />a beloved one, <br />my favourite younger sister, <br />a friend beyond compare, <br />Lilian, <br />lovely lass, <br />generous, <br />of hurts easily oblivious, <br />brilliant, sublime, charismatic, <br />yet self-effacing, <br />and a rare presence <br />of mind commanded, <br />sickness and pain with <br />courage bore, <br />she never thought I'll bury, <br />alas, from <br />out of the blue, <br />serenely in a coffin <br />inexplicably <br />lying at <br />an Air Force Base morgue, <br />vividly <br />our last hug <br />one year ago or so <br />recalling, <br />mysteriously, back at me <br />now a wry smile <br />smiling. <br /> <br />I, awkwardly, the one standing <br />alone, <br />she, eloquently, <br />with angels and saints <br />sweet melodies <br />delightfully, <br />to The One from whom <br />nothing is hidden, <br />singing, <br />sweet memories <br />of her <br />gentle soul, <br />then my saddened <br />heart <br />flooded, and sadly, unlike <br />in mum's case, <br />time, <br />the luxury of properly <br />saying <br />our good-byes <br />to grant us <br />chose <br />not to.<br /><br />GEORGE AMADI<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovely-lilian/
