"A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.” Agatha Christie
I raised my little girl from birth
And through the years her special mirth
Has brought such joy, now I'm aware
Of things we may no longer share.
It breaks my heart she's moved away.
My quiet tears are shed each day
For when I see a youth like she
I recall how things used to be.
My grandchild too that I miss so
She's seven, growing fast I know,
Maybe Christmas we all may meet
And it will be a special treat.
A beautiful sadness will remain
Until I see them both again.
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019-
Melancholy- Poetry Contest~Third Place~
Sponsor Dear Heart
3. Beautiful Sadness
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2019
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