Jeremiad (In Loving Memorie of Boy Dill)
The first time I met you
I loved you.
You took me with you to
a field of paper flowers.
We laughed an played
all day.
But nanny came and said
it was time to go inside.
The sun faded, the field
turned to ashes and
my love diminished.
You saw the world but
never breathed it's pure
air.
You left me standing
on that front porch
to wonder what will
come.
The world misses you,
baby.
Copyright © Jaimee Batchelder | Year Posted 2007
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