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Poem from Sarah Aburumuh"The Sky; My life, Her the Guide"
Dedicated to her Late Beloved Grandmother: Khalthoum Aburumuh - May Allah bless her soul.
A hot and blistering summer day, where the leave's moisture would sizzle, and the water would steam.
Our house, the smell of new wood, my grandmother's room, the scent of roses, jewelry and medicine.
The trees, being fed and watered everyday, thrived and danced in the wind, under her hand and hose.
I would ask and ask again, to have my turn at this blissful action.
To feed and cherish the plants, the way she wanted for 20 seconds.
My received answer, the clear statement of "the year that's coming," in Arabic she would say.
And it was only a matter of time that that day was the start of "the year that's coming."
She was the sun's beat, the family's heart.
The reason why the flowers blushed and roses flustered in her appearance.
My heart now, isn't as whole.
The moment she departed I was clearly not told.
It felt as if someone had taken their hand and used bear grip to pull out the gathered pieces of the love I had for her.
Empty, torn, crying and a sudden rain of tears.
They dried up, the salt on my lips and tongue.
How she would talk to me, guide me, and send sweet words of wonder, when wrong. All for the right I needed to know.
Her jokes, her humble talk, and her smile, were Permanente in my life.
SShe knew that success was a duty in your life, to benefit others as well as yourself.
My family was blessed and still is blessed from her greatly.
She was the foundation, without her we would break.
The illness creped a long time ago, and her heart yonder in life.
A mind of it's own, with a cure that was unknown.
Cancer they called it. Lung cancer.
Her room, a picture of still life, the smell of nothing.
And the dry mouth feeling you'd get when you entered the room, a reminder that the room and everything in it missed her too.
Later, the trees stopped feeding, and our yard and garden began to weep and dry.
The rain was the only gift from the Lord, Allah, who blessed and gave it the will power to live.
Soon, it was her body being put to rest.
And her remembrance of mortality continued.
I said, in rejection, positive words.
I didn't care what I was offering.
A foot message, extra blankets, water. They never made it through.
A hot blistering summer day, where the leave's moisture would sizzle, and the water would steam.
That day I woke up alone with time to spare.
The ambulance at my home, and my family spilt up around the window.
She had left her home, her family, and me.
It began with cries and then I asked why.
I knew that it would happen. To me, to you, and her.
She was taken away, then finally let go.
The angels came and the angels met. They let her know.
The prayers were long and my mind was short.
It was hard to believe that she was next to me.
Now, the room was silent and her belongings untouched.
I had no state in my mind what would happen next.
Her memories were endless, and death was the threat.
Life is like the sky, clear blue one day, dark clouds the next.
And in dark times the light shines through, like the stars in the night.
A cold, and painful winter day, where the ground was stiff and the sky would fade.
My feet planted into the ground, where her life would continue.
The silence was beyond silent. The steps of the living couldn't be heard.
Only by her and the others under their heaven state.
The pressure felt, when you walked on the land destined for you.
To lead to heaven's gates, where she would greet me, and my past life images as stone.
Life is like the sky, clear blue one day, dark clouds the next.
And in dark times the light shines through, like the stars in the night.
She will always be there, close to me, hugging me and blessing me tight.
-love you, miss you…
Sarah.
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