WITHERING LEAF NO MORE!

Dedicated to my Nephew, Imtiaz Ali, March 11, 1961 – April 3, 2006

Pangs and pines you bravely hide
Covering it with your caring smile,
Permeating the pain from the one you knew
Withering like leaves, without dew
 
I saw the pain in your somber eyes
Those pangs and pines that made you cry,
I sought for words to comfort you
Finding none, I was unable to do
 
From the Bodega you chose this special wine
Flushed with love, your heart was fine,
Accepting to share the fruit of your soul
What a heart! You were so brave and bold
 
Your withering leaves began to self-destruct
But nothing could turn back the clock,
God who set your boundaries of habitation
In His wisdom, ended, your tribulation…

© Sheriff Ali 2006

Author’s Comments
Death smites the goodliest of our loved ones, the most generous, the most prayerful, the most holy, the most devoted must die, and why? It is through Jesus’ prevailing prayer – “Father, I will that also, whom Thou has given Me, be with Me where I am.” It is that which bears them on Eagle’s wings to Heaven.