11:45 on Monday

It was 11:45
Dozens came
Offices abandoned
Appointments postponed
Deadlines missed

It was 11:45
The trees were high
The sky blue
The grass green
The rose petals ready

It was 11:45
The singers came
The actors came
The musicians came
The authors came
The laymen came
The kids
The elders
Men
Women
They wept

It was 11:45
The ocean looked on
There was no cloud
The sun shone brilliant
And you were missed

It was 11:45
The woman of laughters and joy
The lady of compassion and peace
Mother
Sister
Daughter
Wife
Friend
Now lives forever
In our hearts.

In loving memory of Mitra Pejman.