A Letter To My Thatha
A Letter To My Thatha
The little specks of pearl in the sky
Glowing and fuming,
With the vapours of our memories.
In my swollen, glistening eyes,
I saw the flare of your pyre in the stars,
Like a spangle caught in my tears,
The light of our love stretches its arms.
I never knew a pain greater,
When my fingertips caressed your cold, grey folds of skin
I never knew I could feel so broken inside,
With scalding memories and a heart wanting justice.
With last words untold, goodbyes unsaid.
I never thought the day would come,
When I came home to your warm smile and open arms,
But would instead be greeted by your empty chair.
I never thought I would shudder and hide at your sight,
Until you lay in the icy coffin like a child,
Oblivious to our cries and wails.
I never knew I would so badly yearn,
To hear you call me one more time.
I watched you become a child again.
I never minded your faltering memory,
Your greying eyes that often stared out in the open,
I was content,
With your pupils carrying a little bit of me,
And mine carrying a bit of yours.
I watched your human case erode and crumble,
And as the walls thinned,
The brilliance of your soul,
Illuminated our nights with the streaks of love forever.