It was 3:45pm, maybe 3:55pm
With new friends in a new environment
Climbing and jumping from the tree in merriment
Lost in the free will of childhood but hidden in mama’s heart
Even as her body was being devoured by venomous darts

 

It was the 12th day of March
“Mama wants you here son, come fast”
It was a call to prayer. A prayer for the unknown
Kneels grinded to the ground and left hand on mama
The right hand rolled the chaplet as we resorted to prayer

 

It was 12:00am. It was surely the 13th day March
The angels blew the blasting trumpets
And men played the melancholic strings of sorrow
“Let us pray for our beloved Sister”
It was a call to prayer. A prayer for the known

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