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Buried Treasure

As the casket begins to lower,
  Slowly, into the earth;
     Prepared for decay...

  Buried, in great depth,
     a young childs only chance to dream;
  The one salvation, he'd believe;
  The only love, with no conditions;
  that his little blue eyes,
          had ever seen...

Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2012

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Poet Destroyer A Date: 9/10/2012 8:33:00 PM Terry, your poem comes in sad to me. The worst part of any funeral from any dear loved one.. is the lowering of the casket..My world died that very moment... oh! The thought made me sad... a deep poem..xox~pd Login to Reply

Laura Breidenthal Date: 8/31/2012 5:54:00 PM Sad ad touching. I really enjoyed this verse. Thanks for sharing. Always, Laura Login to Reply Terry Cunningham Date: 9/1/2012 7:35:00 AM One of the worst days of my life. I was 12

Cynthia Alvez Date: 8/30/2012 11:10:00 PM Our hearts have never healed from a sadness like this of which you write...Beautifully penned...a treasure indeed! Cynthia Login to Reply Terry Cunningham Date: 8/30/2012 11:15:00 PM Thank you.. My grandmother did her best to give me some importance when there was noone else. but her heart was bad and at 12 I lost my life with her in my life

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 8/26/2012 12:22:00 PM A moving beautiful poem Terry - well done. - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Login to Reply Terry Cunningham Date: 8/31/2012 4:47:00 PM Thanks Anne-lise

Joy Wellington Date: 8/24/2012 9:34:00 PM A very sad piece indeed Terry...it's so hard when a anyone looses their mom especially a child. A very compelling write. Thanks for visit and comments. One love. Joy Wells Login to Reply Terry Cunningham Date: 8/31/2012 4:47:00 PM Thank you Joy