Somehow it is how things work.
You are given everything
When life is given to you:
Born for Love, and
Born to love;
With all the things you love,
Family, friends, Grandpa, Grandma,
Daddy, Mommy, Brothers, Sisters,
And eventually
A life changing encounter
That worths your love for the whole life.
Then things are taken away,
Bit by bit
In a form torture,
Small things —
Too small to even be realized
Until it is too late
Until it is too much.
Time takes the lead,
Counting by seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years;
Then your loved ones:
The Grannies, Friends, Mommy, Daddy,
And perhaps so as the love of your life,
Losing in the tide,
in the current too strong to hold on to anything,
Drifting away.
And then your laughters, angers, tears and smiles follow,
And when you have nothing more to lose,
They retrieve your hollow useless body,
And return to the earth,
Turning into ashes.
Edited on 31 July 2019.
Thoughts upon saying farewell to my Grandpa (Yea Yea).
Portrait of Em. 