Grief

Fatima Yaro
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

There’s a knot that’s too tight in my chest,

It itches excruciatingly

I press hard for it to go away, but it only moves to my neck

I scream in my head, swallowing is a tough task

But it only moves to my eyes, so I drown in my pool of agony

All my life you have been present, your absence is unimaginable

I hate the words we speak, because they are too weak to express how we feel

They are too light to carry the weight of our grief

But I love the words we pray, for those are conversations with the Almighty

The One who giveth, The One who taketh away

He gave us you, He took you back

Heaven couldn’t wait for you

So we thank Him for the gift of life


You may be gone but memories of you are alive, I’ll always be your baby, your PA. May Allah SWT grant you Jannah, in sha Allah.

Fatima Yaro

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