“I miss you Mama. You left us too soon. There’s so much I wanted to tell you, to ask you. There’s so much I lost by losing you. I wish you were here when I am all grown up. This is in your memory.”
Canst thou bring back from the ashes,
Flying high in the dusky depths
Of the orange ether,
mingling it’s stinking shadow rising from the flaming pyre,
As the memory flashes
Still can see the fiery eyes staring,
Through the pair of thick lenses,
Hanging on his eversmiling face.
The still and unwavering gaze,
Lost forever in time’s daring.
He was a man of valour unknown,
Was resilient past all responsibilities,
Was demure, did hardly contend,
But was incarcerated by vanities,
Of others, near, far and gone.
Now he transcends, up, far, far away.
From terrors and exorbitant perturbation
He was a master of his art
Who synthesized crafts of volitation.
He now flies alone on this chaotic day.
31st August 2003
Archie's Doorstep 