Omar The Wise

• Lauren Ries, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

The number of raindrops that the clouds did shed,
Are the number of tears I cried for him.
Oh how i long for his gentle kiss,
For his lips to rest on my forehead.

No more suffering must he endure,
For in heaven he is forever secure.
And we are consoled by our memories,
Of laughter, a big heart, a man larger than life.

My respect for him continues to grow,
Like the tree in my backyard.
Part of my heart is forever his,
As is part of my life devoted to him.