SEVERANCE

Delicate sounds to roaring lashes, pitter patter to thunder,

The monsoons with a vengeance, rains reducing trees to cinder,

The shrieks of the storm startled the Normandy waters,

The cries of the winds awoke the darkest jungles,

Across the river, when windows began to shatter,

Began a sister’s wonder.

“Dolly dear dolly, wake up dear dolly,

Mama has made the pie, you favour and savour,

Without the cardamom, you once ate and hate,

With the caramel, you do not despise a bit,

An apple pie you would come running for,

An apple pie, exposing your musical happiness

Dolly dear dolly, wake up dear dolly,

Papa has bought the flowers, floras that enchant you,

With the purple petals that magnify the radiance in you,

Without the dusty pollen, you always loved to avoid,

Violets that vindicate your striking face,

Violets with a fragrance, enervating your four senses,

How puzzling is your anger, why i know not,

Mama is weeping for you are not speaking,

Papa is not speaking for you are sleeping,

Retort to my words my little flower,

Answer my memories my beautiful angel,

Violets of Normandy, not for the slab,

Hide not my dear, beneath the stone,

Answer my tears, not with your silence,

Answer my pain, not at your grave,

Fade away not, hurting our dreams,

Wake up dear dolly, dolly dear dolly..