Baskadia

You were so precious,

So special,

So dear to me;

Until when you left.

You were a beauty;

No flowers,

Not even precious stones

Would surpass you.

Lucky were those who had you,

Those who owned you;

For you were blessed

Carrying hope to all.

Your departure was inevitable

For it was meant to be;

Consequences suffered

And pains to this date.

In deduction you rested

In peace maybe in pieces;

I can view you peace from a far

For hope you brought me.

Encounter with you

In a daytime dream,

Hope unfolded to my sight

And my challenge healed.

But mother today

I have a petition to make;

You never stayed

To see your son grow up.

It pains and hurts me

Going down my spine

As my yawning is unsatisfied

For I can't drink vapor.