The Last Meeting ...#NaPoWriMo
A shrill cry woke me up on a windy September night
"She's finished ,she's no more"
a screaming father declared.
Devastated and destroyed,the memories of that darkness
Held every nook and corner of my mind.
Her voice was cracked and bad on that dreary day.
An elder kin ,none like her I got.
A teacher and a mind reader
But I couldn't read your's my sister
You hinted death ,which I could not grab.
Your earrings I adorned the same day
In the box of secrets they lie
I hold them and ponder
Why ,O,Why ? Who did this to you?
You dashed out of the house and never did you return.
Lot of lies within,the post mortem must have secrets to unravel from your uncanny heart.
I have questions for sure ,are you alive somewhere,I sometimes wonder.