To The Faceless Woman
The day ends in a few tick-tocks
Proletariat’s period of relief
Couple of days off the routines
She must have had the smile on her face
This I know ‘cuz I had it too
Beaming, packing… beaming again
Whistling all songs and no song
The weekend is here!
Keep calm little mini-me, Jane
Momma is coming home
We can have our girl-time soon
Hold on hubby
A weather to ― ahem…
Hold the thought till I’m home, try!
The weekend is here Màámi
Your jokes and drama I really miss
We’ll chat and laugh like old times
Life and the many roles we play
But Momma never came
Wife lost the warmth
Daughter never showed up
All along was the hood-man
Lurking with a scythe and a cold mien
Trailing the wheels till the very end
A clash, a fall and a thud
A smashing sound and the gory scene
Altered feature of a once beautiful face
Abrupt end to plans and aspirations
Dreams and whims doomed to fizzle
A painful and rushed exit
I hope she finds home
I wish she had what it takes
To rest and have peace
Sleep on
Sleep well
Dedicated to a faceless woman who lost her life in a motorcycle accident.
photo credit: google images
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July 25, 2015 at 3:30 am
The ugly and the good…Heart wrenching but so Nicely penned….Good one my brother…
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July 25, 2015 at 4:06 pm
Really bad when the good takes a nasty turn to the ugly.
Many thanks sir.
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July 25, 2015 at 6:25 am
This did not only sink in me….it coldly pierced through me…..
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July 25, 2015 at 4:00 pm
Sometimes, life can be so cruel one would consider going back through time to undo some really disheartening events. We can’t. It hurts.
If I could have it my way, I would have loved that your first time here coincide with a post that will warm your heart instead.
Thanks for dropping by Sa’eedah, we’ve got chilled expensive drinks and tasty menu, if the visitor would stay put a lil’ bit.
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July 25, 2015 at 3:35 pm
You paint a grisly picture here Senor, but most importantly and worth mentioning is how you breathed and brought to life what I’d refer to as the ‘Power Of One! To the authorities and casual bystanders, the victim’s a ‘Jane Doe’…unknown, anonymous…faceless; but not quite so to her loved ones! The ones who really knew her as no stranger, and have been left bereft of her presence! She was a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mum, a friend, a soulmate…a capital deal! Not indispensable, but greatly invaluable! She was just one person, but the void that’s been left in the wake of her passing, may never really be filled by another mortal! Its real sad and makes clear just how fleeting our lives are! I do hope and pray that she does find rest in the bosom of our Lord, I also pray God to give her family and friends the fortitude to bear her loss IJN, AMEN!
Thanks for sharing Joe, carry on! 👉
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July 25, 2015 at 4:14 pm
Insignificant to many (perhaps), but a real capital deal!
Life goes on they say. For the loved ones though, it will only go on with a limp. Sad sad sad!
Thank you for reading and dropping this. Carrying on; following the path the finger points at.
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July 25, 2015 at 3:41 pm
Senor Joe this one was really beautiful. A painful reality, so vividly illustrated. Thank you for this wonderful reminder.
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July 25, 2015 at 4:28 pm
I guess illustration can only scratch the surface of the damage to the family― the several pieces she completed.
Thanks Zik!
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August 3, 2015 at 7:58 pm
And in a second all is lost,
Snuffed out, a life is plucked
A wound is made, a chasm created
And everything will never be the same.
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August 4, 2015 at 4:29 am
Great lines Doc! A concise sum of a moment’s tragedy and the dents on several moments thereafter.
It’s been a long while sir! ‘Tis nice reading from you again.
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