Written February 10th 2017 after the passing of an older lady whom, along with her husband, took me under their wing the last year.
But the husk of a seed is shed
Your voice is with me now
and that final hug I did not know would be
goodbye
A sapling in its place, crimson, and stretching out
her roots and young branches
The joy he tries to hold on to even though
he hides the hollow words
"I miss you"
She unfurls her leaves and reaches for
the warmth of the Sun
When we are alone and together we think of her.
Sending little prayers her way
"We miss you"
Her fruits grow plump and juicy,
glowing almost like smiles.
Basking in the light and breeze and rivers of the Almighty
People I meet, I turn to her and ask for
her strength and warmth.
And through my hollow sorrow
I know
I am with you
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2017-03-07 at 02:29
Tags Grief Death Afterlife
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Cheryl
Snow in February where it always rainsBut the husk of a seed is shed
Your voice is with me now
and that final hug I did not know would be
goodbye
A sapling in its place, crimson, and stretching out
her roots and young branches
The joy he tries to hold on to even though
he hides the hollow words
"I miss you"
She unfurls her leaves and reaches for
the warmth of the Sun
When we are alone and together we think of her.
Sending little prayers her way
"We miss you"
Her fruits grow plump and juicy,
glowing almost like smiles.
Basking in the light and breeze and rivers of the Almighty
People I meet, I turn to her and ask for
her strength and warmth.
And through my hollow sorrow
I know
I am with you
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 957 times
Written on 2017-03-07 at 02:29
Tags Grief Death Afterlife
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