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It was tragic: dreadful,

Horrifying, convulsively painful;

To remember how you went

Without bidding us goodbye,

Not seeing your last smile.



That fateful morning was unforeseen;

It could never be forgotten;

How an old six-wheeler truck came

Crashing your life right across the torso;

You fought to survive, not for long ... for nought.



A boy was behind the driver's wheel;

Manipulating it carelessly without precept;

His father was fixing the troubled engine underneath;

Then eerie shrills and screams were heard,

Too late to rescue you; he escaped his own deathbed.



There was no portend for us to cause alarm;

You were in your usual bright spirit;

Cheery in disposition: gently teasing how you had missed me;

No clue could give way on what might happen that day;

Once again, our moments were darkened when I saw you die.



The dilemma that followed at confrontation time

Made me brimming with anger, yet broad in compassion;

To the ones who caused our unredeeming grief;

They (family) came pleading with wholehearted admission;

Offering their contrite remission; no prison can atone.



Human against humanity as life versus death;

Within reason or logic, who was I to contravene?

The nature of contretemps due to error of judgement?

But we know that the Lord took your spirit in His keeping;

Rest in Peace: your loving memory is with us; Till doomsday.



~ greenmeadow ~

@24 September 2006