May 16th - R.I.P

Here in my room - peace
only the rush in my head spins
spiritual healing
protect her, Elizabeth Gibbons.

Angels hold you - driving the
clouds and rain
teachings of the Quran
from Allah to our pain.

Dark hair thick with blood
no cry from her sweet lips
mum screaming - hysterical
dad kissing her tiny finger tips.

Protected with the white wrap of cloth
Imam echoes the muslim prayer
holy and calm, but not our movement
is she scared - up there?

I depart on a journey without guide
no fear in my soul - you're here
enclosed thoughts of hurt
the unbearable pain of a tear.

'She', comes in the summer
the lightness in a cool breeze
'she' comes in the night
the branches to trees.

From my window I have seen
her tiny footprints in the snow
God, give me your answers
does she walk or crawl to go.

May 16th - I found a stranger
at the foot of my bed - crying
I knew then, Roxshana, it was you
angels are immortal - (you) undying.

My darling be happy in your 'Eden'
to my world there will be end
beautiful moments will be magical
when we play together again.

May Allah protect you forever... I love you. An angel came to the foot
of my bed on the same day you had died. Thank you for sending him to
me... thank you...i love you.

In the name of Allah, the most beneficent, the most merciful.