Hello, Belinda; how are you today?

Your empty eyes are ironically gay

Silent smile, simple; unadulterated

Yet a reminder of what is

Hello, Belinda; do you remember?

Your childhood, a faintly glowing ember

Mother’s scent; Father’s voice

One-and-a-half decades past

Hello Belinda, what’s on your mind?

There’s this recollection we cannot find

But only relive the screams

That tears alone can drown out

Happy Birthday, Belinda; Six-and-ten

Yes, it does make sixteen, then

More than words, into the soul

We’ll always love you

Hello Belinda, today we’ve learnt

To release the ashes of a fire burnt

Forgiveness, and together the screams fade

Within indescribable joy and sadness

And here in the sun, and the drizzling rain

Gone forever, the agonizing pain

Goodbye, Belinda; till we see you again.  

Love;

Mother and Father

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This is a letter to parents of their late child, if you're wondering.

-Rach