Blueberries and Pinkberries

I've written this poem last year, during the worst time ever (or months after that I should say)...though it will never be forgotten. He won't... ***In a memory of our unborn baby boy Dominic.****

Swirling aisles led us towards inevitable,

Through the blend of sweet air and smell of rose petals,

Little humps, covered in grass stalks, tickled one another,

Like children on the playground surrounded by the summer;

When heat melts chocolates in their hands.

 

My mind was stroked with this view, and then

Enlightened thoughts spread out their wings, like angels would,

Forcing me to count stones under crippled shoes,

And for all shadows to be erased, by the train knitted with sorrow,

It had to turn peaceful.

 

Then birds cut through this silent woe,

And the wind started to carry shimmering tears up to heaven,

Till the handful of leaves swept them away with greens

So, like glowing waves of the ocean, they collapsed,

And became the part of nature, for once.

 

The breathtaking monstrosity of the ash tree arose;

On stable timber tangled mess of leaves, sun rays and crosses.

Its branches, like arms of the mother, greeted our sadness,

Then in a mysterious way it fed us, so the destiny tasted better;

The pure and long forgotten feeling of ‘’being a child forever’’.

 

Beautiful place revealed itself, like a rainbow below the sun,

On the greyest day ever created by God's hand.

Tiny graves, like candy jars, full of love and goodness,

Like blueberries and pinkberries growing one by one, together

Sprinkled with gold stars or covered in diamond dust.

 

When angels knelt by their side, butterflies were giggling above.

The song filled spaces up in the air, then spread through the grounds,

Like a wild animal- it roared, like a night sky- it thundered,

Penetrating flesh, creeping into the heart, yet hopeful thoughts

Fell on the top of a white coffin like delicate feathers.

 

Eyes looked up, while he was walking the stairs made of clouds,

But the fear was not there, and the pain was eased, at last.

Though nothing was left, summery fields became as cold as metal,

Only empty togetherness around us and the smell of rose petals

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