An August Mourning

clear skies of passionate blue a pictuesque sun shining through warmth to families of here and now their happiness creases my brow empty hearts shall bask alone wondering why the sun ever shone upon the shores of a hapless soul whose only light became death's toll hugs and kisses I didn't give those memories, sharp as a Scythe yesterdays have come and gone yet my August Mourning carries on........ for HER memory