At Peace But Missed

Wrinkles of the passing days

Nonetheless, un-shying, despite withering

Thirty Two years went by since you drowsed

Into the realm of the departed

In tranquility, though,

Your absence, to our eyes,

Remains unquenchable

The main root, our source of strength

Had shriveled, leaving us powerless

Now who shall hold our family trunk

Wondering, As We wilt at the slightest breeze

How we do amass our scattered branches

While tears are carried away in the wild,

Like aimless, desiccated leaves

At peace, you are now, away from the woes

Of illnesses, of agonies which were crippling

Your health state; weakening you each day

Though we lost you, we had to live on

Thirty Two years of your absence

Despite having left a big hole in our life

We mourn you, we remember you, till we meet

In Elysium