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On Learning of a Loss
News new to me, she died this time last year,
my childhood days, the last to gather moss;
her friends and family, those first to hear,
might call me sentimental on her loss.
Those days gone by, when I was friends with her,
when Lithium was not prescribed, evince
the norms I could have known – in her milieu
I’ve stigmatised and tainted self long since.
She was a happy, self-sufficient child,
in teenage years word modest springs to mind,
but not the type that’s too described as mild,
all personalities, one of a kind.
The ways of fate disturb with their caprice,
the most that I can say is rest in peace.
my childhood days, the last to gather moss;
her friends and family, those first to hear,
might call me sentimental on her loss.
Those days gone by, when I was friends with her,
when Lithium was not prescribed, evince
the norms I could have known – in her milieu
I’ve stigmatised and tainted self long since.
She was a happy, self-sufficient child,
in teenage years word modest springs to mind,
but not the type that’s too described as mild,
all personalities, one of a kind.
The ways of fate disturb with their caprice,
the most that I can say is rest in peace.
Published 26th Sep 2021
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