For Saffie Rose Roussos

For Saffie Rose Roussos

written by: Dr Santosh Bakaya

@santoshbakayamagazine

That day
The eight year old ‘Beautiful little girl’
mouthed the lyrics with Ariana Grande
Whose voice smoothly ascended sky high.
Did the little girl cast shy glances at her mommy?
While moving her lips along with her pop idol?
Now the eight- year- old- going- on- nine
Sings up there with the angels
Gearing to celebrate her ninth birthday.
Frolicking with the feisty clouds, popping popcorn
As war drums loudly beat on, on the earth below
Bleak and stormy.
Ah, may I see my Baby one last time
One Last Time
May be, I can see my baby, one last time.
A distraught mother searches for life in the dead lyrics
‘One last time, I need to be the one who takes you home
………..I promise after that I will let you go
Let you go …..’ She chokes.
And the sky watches poker faced.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

This poem is a tribute to  Saffie Rose Roussos  (The eight year old killed in the terror attack in Manchester on 22 May 2017 )

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Dr Santosh Bakaya

SEPT/OCT 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Santosh Bakaya, Ph.D. internationally acclaimed for my poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi, Ballad of Bapu, I am an academician, poet, essayist, novelist, and TEDx speaker, with more than twenty published books, my latest being Runcible Spoons and Peageen boats (2021). I run a weekly column MORNING MEANDERINGS on Learning and Creativity. My Ted talk on The Myth of Writer's Block is very popular in creative writing circles.

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