12/22/2025
poem title: __mama & papa__
i secretly wrote this poem in grieve,
with my face sailing on the Nile River,
while my eyes only captured wet memorials,
& my ears couldn’t dip,
from the sound of the sea wave.
this poem is for those,
who parent(s) is/are no more,
lying 6ft beneath the ground,
& has befriended mother’s nature.
oh! cry no more!
yesterday, mama/papa,
was here to stay,
& our bonds were held together,
like Jack & Rose sailing on the Titanic’s.
yes! we had happy days during those days.
but today has turned into a tragedy,
where mama/papa are no more,
his/her dreams have been smashed,
to the cold hand of death.
oh! i wish this day was never made.
sometimes,
i lonely fall into flashback,
wishing those scenes were here to stay.
i am deeply fallen, & i wish not to stay anymore,
because mama/papa are no more.
mama/papa has gone,
memorial has come, while hope has been doomed,
but the battle must be happily won.
he/she must be smiling in his/her grave
& proud shall be his/her favorite grave mate.
never you are to see me grow,
as you have wished to see me,
turning dreams into reality,
but thy hopes have fallen along the roadside,
& the stories can no longer be told.
like the song sang on my birthday,
“bobo napo bo... ”
has been turned into “RIP”
oh! “rest in peace” mama/papa
someday, again, we’ll meet with a smile on our faces.
®️©️ _amos