You burnt too briefly, little star,
shooting from a land so far.
Like a breath of spring you came;
Nikita was your lovely name.
And gentle child, we loved you so;
it broke our hearts to let you go.
And on the day you sadly slept,
so many bitter tears we wept.
Your small, sweet soul, without a sound,
sailed silently, for heaven bound,
where sinless souls of babies dream
and little stars do glow and gleam.
Pretending, as if hearts don't break;
we lived, but questioned why they’d take
our angel, beautiful at birth;
your beauty would have blessed the earth!
We asked, if you had lived and learned
and like a supernova burned;
if God had said, “on earth remain.”
(such musings, now, we know are vain)
because your ties, with earth, were slight.
For you were heaven’s dear delight!
And when your angel wings did grow,
you went where holy angels go!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2021 09:53
- Comment from author about the poem: I was asked to pen a few lines for a friend's granddaughter; she died very young. I came up with these poor rhymes and he framed them.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A fine write Kevin, hardly poor. Framing it makes it looks 'classical'. Not that it was poor in the first place and needed something to off-set it!
I'm waffling on now - do shut up now Orchi. lol.
I felt awkward having to compose a poem for someone's dead little child, but I just put myself in their place and poured out the emotion - combining it with the sorrow that I had felt for my own father, who died when I was a child and my grandparents.
Wonderful write Kevin, I am not surprised this has been framed.
Andy
Thanks Andy
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