Poem

Writing my life story feels as though I am writing a letter to my (yet unknown) biological family…

Talking about family, the ones I know and knew, I’d like to share this poem with you which I’ve written in loving memory for all my grandparents. They have been very important to me and still are.

Amsterdam, 20 november 2004

Persian girl

Lost at this time by grief for all her grandparents she lost
Feelings are flowing in her heart about the past
Moving on without them will be different in the future
She will become a woman without them but they will always be in her memory
Holding on to all the good times they have shown her
She will become stronger and stronger because of that

From this day forward she wont be a grandchild any more
She will live only with memories which are deeply precious to her
But having to know these wise persons in her life
Will make her the person as she is today
Much sadness is flowing through her body as she realizes these times wont come back
She is me and I am her, the Persian girl has lost her title of grand-daughter

I need to get used to live without them
And I will cherish the memories for always
Because I loved them immensely, without a doubt
Its time to say my goodbye now in this lifetime
But when we meet again, I will get back my title
With Love Your Persian Grand Daughter

 

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Persian Soul in Dutch Life. Flying down to earth.
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