27 July 2019 12:00 am
We will not come to your grave
For we know you are not there.
Twinkling stars high above the sky
Bring us memories of your knowledge
Whispered into our ears,
On the zodiac, from Aries to Pisces,
In our routine walks
At Pera, Trieste, Wageningen, Venice,
Which gave birth to joyous moments.
We will not come to your grave
For we know you are not there.
The floating clouds, moistened air,
Rays of the sun, raindrops,
Bring us memories of your acts of wisdom
And hard work in academia across the seas,
Wrestling with elements of our climate, formulating,
Forecasting mathematical equations,
To uplift the flavour of Sri Lankan tea.
We will not come to your grave
For we know you are not there.
When we move with people of all walks of life
We think of how you shared and cared with agape love,
Forgetting thyself to bring forth
Happiness and glory to many folk.
We will not come to your grave
For we know you are not there.
But when we look up and around
We witness your professionalism and humanity
And you creep into our spiritual and mental realms
To stay close, yet so far.
Therefore, we will not come to your grave,
For we know you are not there,
As you are all around us and in us.
Amma and I miss you, Dada.
Daniela Rupasinghe Samuel
Rose Rupasinghe