My Eternal Grief
The call came in the early morn,
To tell me that my son had died,
My son the only one I've borne.
My tears will fall forever more.
It cannot heal, this heart that's torn.
No one can count the tears I've cried.
I'm weary and I am forlorn.
A pathway to his grave, I've worn.
Such loneliness I can't abide.
His grave with flowers I adorn.
My tears will fall forever more.
Written: 2/24/19
Fo Writing Challenger Roundel contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment