Lost

hot summer we stand in the cemetary I wanted you to wait until I could be there wait for me a lost child is the lost center of your heart imaginable nighmare days click by as with any grief with any death but this one oh I know but a lost child is the lost center of your heart I'll always be missing

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/3/2011 8:21:00 AM

I feel your pain in from reading the work..Good presentation of the topic..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my work..Sara

Sara Kendrick
Date: 11/3/2011 8:22:00 AM

Thanks for the comments on my blog..Yes, the day after the virus I had dry toast and applesauce..I made me some tea also..It was a short lived bug..Sara

Constance La France

Date: 9/28/2011 4:27:00 PM

This poem is so beautifully sad, I know of this pain Veroncia " one word engraved Baby" I was reading your blog about time and for me when I am working the time drags, when I am off even if for days, it flies by, when I am late time flies, when I am waiting for the bus, it stands still.. when I am writing, I am lost to time ~~

Red Fiery

Date: 9/28/2011 3:56:00 PM

tHIS IS REALLY EMOTIONAL..STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART ! i LOVED THIS ONE VERONICA...

Lee Ramage

Date: 9/27/2011 2:05:00 PM

Grief is a journey, not a destination, isn't it. Beautiful poem. Lee