Gone, but Never Forgotten

Once a cry, now silent and still,

Once as lucent as a morning daffodil.
The demise has come, the story's done,
The final chapter has begun.

No more will I hear her soft cooing,

No more will I teach her how to crawl.
No more will I see her toothless grin,
Because once and for all, she is gone.

The house is as cold and gloomy

As a haunted mansion on a moonless night.
The plants look as dead as her,
As if sensing she's gone.

The soft creaking of the crib has vanished,

Into deafening silence, it has turned.
The feeling of warmth and the scent of a baby,
Have gone up with her, forever departed.

She was my north, my south, my east, and my west,

My world revolved around her, shining so bright.
Now? Now she's as pale as a ghost,
And as dead as a doornail, lying in endless darkness.

In a two-foot box, one for every year,

She rests now, forever etched in my heart.

– Sakshi Nijhawan 2J