762. Sonnet upon my Nephew’s Untimely Death!


SONNET 762
By JH Sayyar

O gentle soul, so swiftly drawn away,
Before thy bloom meet the morning sun,
The world grew darker on that fateful day
When God recalled the light of His dear one
Thy laughter, now a ghost within the halls,
Still dances in the corners of our minds,
Thy footprints faint upon the garden walls
A grief too deep, no passing season binds.
Yet though thy form lies silent in the clay,
Thy spirit lingers in the winds that sigh,
In our prayers we speak thy name each day,
And dream of meeting in a clearer sky.

Sleep well, sweet child, in peace and soft repose—
Where angels keep thee safe from earthly woes

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