As you learnt
Speaking and played
With words.
Few got choked in
Your mouth as you
Stuttered.
As you learnt to
Understand.
Ideas that came
Your way.
Many got crushed
In your mental clutter.
As you wrote
And painted.
The characters that
Ended up on
The wrong side of
The papers.
The pens you've
Lost. The pages
You've torn.
To teach you
Step by step,
The bricks that
Have died.
All those
Martyred things
Deserve,
More mourning.
Perhaps with
Few roses and
Extra daisies.
And few lines of
Poetic eulogies.