Memories on the Swing
For every moment that is passing by*
I remember what we’ve been last July
I can’t forget, no matter how I try
“When will I move on?” I ask the sky.
We used to sit on this swing together
With our destinies bonded forever
And I said at the end of my tether:
“Please be my future children’s mother!”
But life is a wind we cannot direct
Full of challenges that we won’t detect
You got ill with something you can’t deflect
Just because cancer was the real suspect.
Yet you tried to fight the disease away
On this very swing, we faced doomsday
Our days turned from colorful into gray
And then two months later, you passed away.
A year passed since you entered God’s Mansion
Still, I’m on this swing in seclusion
And now, I promise with all my passion
Your memories won’t be in oblivion.
RJGN
* The first line is from “Long Lost Times” by Perilous Harpy.
