Scraps of Memories.

To my father.

Peacefully you helpless lay,

Heading your face toward Right,

Now, you recovered your dismay.

And what tears may do me?

None can undo Heaven's might.



Fearlessly, I approached,

Took the cold hand in mine,

That once was warm & affectionate.

Trying to count the spaces of time,

That part us till an indefinite date.



You are dead.

A fact hard to comprehend.



Your part's over on this tricky stage of the world,

Where all of us have been unwillfully hurled.

In your scenario,

I read Death was at your elbow,

And though I've had much practice,

I can't but prove a bad actress.



And till Fate reunites our souls in one,

And till time reallows for our laughter & fun,

I'll barely get by on

Our scraps of memories.



































Sally Ali.