My father lies in grave on cold November and I go to talk to him


Peace

As leaves fall in yellow
To the ground that's dead
Cold winds blow now
For dogs bark this night
The homes have flames low
Closed windows and doors
Papa you are not alone
I am with thee as I always was
Thine grave separates us
I pray happy you be
I know thine divine heart
Will enlighten your dark abode
My dear rest in peace 🕊️



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Written on 2024-10-31 at 17:53

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A really charming poem that demonstrates that love knows no boundaries. I'm sure he will be reciprocating in whatever ways he is able. Blessings, Allen
2024-10-31