Carmel by Meriam

Elegy for Carmel

My lord was a warrior born,
Though his mother remembers him differently.
Proud in carriage, his head held high –
A prince of place and his people.

He was loud in praise of life –
He ate and danced and loved and fought
Like a king arrayed with banners –
Every day a springtime of joy.

But he has heard the call of
The Summerlands, a call that I
Cannot follow, weep as I will.

My lord is gone; my brother;
My kin; my little lad; my
Big boy who stood so tall.

Never forgotten. Never lost.
And in my time I will follow his
Step, and listen for his call…

My little one,
The world was too small
For your heart.


10, Jan 2005