A wind blew that made me remember.
Autumn arrived, your favourite September,
Like a favourite song that made me sad,
All griefs of past woke up to whisper—
They were always there, will be forever.
Tried to abandon them all this summer,
Yet a wind blew that made me remember:
That child who was orphaned,
Is still there,and will be forever.
Who cried alone, forsaken by all;
A wind blew and brought back her fall.
Made me recall those broken remnants,
All summer long I tried to unremember.
That fatherless child, the daughter of loss-
A wind blew stirring memory’s ember,
Said:
It remains and will be forever.
M. 