It is like waking up blind
The sunlight left behind
In a spidery alley
The accidental victim’s galley
Every comma in the footnote
spells the black pain in rote
Life’s blemishes of deluging rain
Hope’s grassroots in vain
It’s daunting when the drop is sheer
Courage like futile sweat and tear
Can’t figure out the key to the door
when ailments have your knees to the floor
Yet, you passed brave Mum and Dad
For you gave it all you had
We mourn the stars leaving the sky
Fate and faith, is not asking why
As you are always still very near
A mist enveloping, but, amidst, vision clear
Flowers and stars for you dear Dad and Mum
Your good remains silent, but never dumb
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