Tragedy.

To The Faceless Woman

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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

I am @Jossef69 on twitter.

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