When loss hurts just a little too much

Poem by Suraj Shah. Inspired by greatness.

A young man lost his father. It hurts too much.

Recently married with a demanding new life.
With his father now gone, he blamed his wife.

It hurt so much that he started to drink.
It hurt so much that he had not paused to think.

The damage he was doing to his family and job.
Emotions overflowing, like the tea on the hob.

A young man lost his father. It hurts too much.

His lonely mum is at her home, so alone, so alone.
Missing both her husband and her son, so so alone.

His wife struggling with the baby, alone, so alone.
Lack of presence is draining, right down to the bone.

His wife and child need him, to wake up to right now.
Face up to the facts of life and no more “why?” or “how?”

A young man lost his father. It hurts too much.

One fine day it hit him, threw him out of his miserly state.
Cured him of his sorrow, his frustrations and all his hate.

Happiness he foolishly had placed, on what remains no more.
The momentary nature of the our world, the closing of a door.

Within that thought helped this man throw sorrow in the bin.
True happiness lies not out there, but is simply from within.

A young man lost his father. It no longer hurts so much.

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Sweet elderly lady

Poem by Suraj Shah.

Sweet elderly lady, that lives just three doors down,
Used to smile broadly, now carries a slight frown.
Lived with her husband for sixty magnificent years,
With his recent passing, she is overcome with tears.

She struggles to cook, craves help from her man,
Can’t manage alone, can’t even lift a saucepan.
It’s been only four months, but feels more like eleven,
Places demands on God, to also whisk her to heaven.

Sons live far far away, with their own pretty wives,
Busy working away to maintain their expensive lives.
They encourage her to move, to somewhere nearby,
Yet such rushed upheavel, would make anyone cry.

She reminisces about their love, missing him so much,
The long country drives, and his soft and gentle touch.
To get where she wanted, he would take her in the car,
Now she depends on others, to reach places near and far.

A beautiful garden, he had worked hard to maintain,
Now looks more like a picture with a horrible stain.
He grew all types of vegetables on the green patch,
Now remains a reminder of her man unfairly snatched.

On warm summer days, in the garden they had sat,
Sharing a glass of wine, discussing this and that.
Now she’s alone, with no-one home to enjoy a drink,
Instead stays indoors, with plenty of time to think.

She thinks and she thinks, thinking more and more,
Pondering on days to come, wondering what’s in store.
Acknowledging she will be alone, and that’s actually ok,
Happy in her own company, she’s decided to stay.

Never forgetting the kind man, who once shared her life,
With conviction she will overcome, any kind of strife.
The sweet elderly lady, that lives three doors away,
Affirms she will lead a full life, starting from today.

Saved the ladybird from drowning, but then crushed it

Poem by Suraj Shah.

Teeny tiny ladybird, swimming in the luke-warm camomile tea,
Trying desperately to save from drowning, trying very hard to flee;
My wife helps it onto the teabag, a makeshift vessel to it’s station,
Taking the tiny being from it’s ocean of death, to it’s safe salvation.

I gently pick up the mug and move it to the edge of the bathroom sink,
Take the teabag out, place it on the edge, save the insect from the drink;
Feeling proud that I saved this soul from experiencing a tragic fateful end,
I go downstairs to get another drink, but I fail to fully comprehend.

For when I return back up, I absent mindedly head straight to the loo,
I go to sit down, without a second thought, commence a number two;
Then when I look down, and what do I see, a shocking new discovery,
I’m responsible now, for killing this ‘bird, from this life it really did flee.

Isn’t it strange how, when we try really hard, to repair a difficult situation,
That with the best of intent, and no harm meant, we destroy God’s creation;
It turns out, that’s how it was meant to be, the end the ladybird did meet,
Saved from the water, lived a bit longer, ultimately crushed beneath my feet.

(Photo courtesy of Hamed Saber)