A memory

by | Jun 3, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Under this grass, a dear one lies sleeping
My eyes are red with constantly weeping
Totally shocked and emotionally bleeding
Forever a piece of my heart will be grieving
A loved one is gone and my brain is unbelieving
All I can do is leave them in God’s keeping.

The world has stopped: but people pass by
Busy with their lives, making me cry
I want to stop them and ask them why
They are not mourning my loved one who died.


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