O’ thee, God has summoned thou too early…


O’ thee,

god has summoned thou too early.

god was jealous of what thou were to become –
a lovely child for a lovely mother and father,
a lovely little sister for a grown-up sibling,
a cute and inspiring elder sister for a still-learning baby sibling.

thou have come into this world accepting everlasting love from thy mother,
thou have come into this world expecting everlasting care from thy father,
thou got both, from both, to the fullest.

O’ thee,

today is a day they would remind themselves of all the past,
all the memories thou have left them, each one of it a happy one.
today is not entirely different, but different nevertheless, for they remember thou every moment, everyday.

thou have been raised very good,
god was jealous of what thou were to become
and of what thy parents were to achieve by raising such a child as thee.
god has summoned thou too early.

O’ thee,

for nay can be done now except true and pure remembrance of thee,
thy family seeks courage and strength.

O’ thee,

bestow upon thy family with what they need – courage,faith,love,respect,care,purity.

all that thy family wants is thou in the form of thy siblings,
fulfilling what thou’s life promised. love.care.truth.purity.respect, for thou are a woman.

O’ thee,

fly like wind,
sweep away the fears of thy family,
wipe aside gently the tears of thy family,
assure thy parents that thy siblings will fulfill what thee was destined to, too.
show thyself in thy siblings and reflect what thy parents gave thee – love,care,truth,purity,respect – reflect all and let thy parents relish and cherish the moment, the moment when they see their daughters make them proud.

O’ thee,

reign over thy family like a tree’s caring shade,
reign over thy family like a mother’s lullaby,
reign over thy family like an innocent infant whose sight makes everyone smile,
reign over thy family.

O’ thee,

to end my words is an everlasting dream that can never come true,
yet, my words have to come to a halt,
silence settles inside me, trapping words and feeling beyond expression.

O’ thee,

forgive me on their behalf,
i thinketh i can talk on this,
i thinketh my words are reassuring and kind enough to soothen thy family a bit.
but if thy family feel it otherwise,
forgive me on their behalf.

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