Terry Cunningham Poet Rhyme

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...

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Poet Destroyer A September 10, 2012 at 8:33 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

Laura Breidenthal August 31, 2012 at 5:54 PM Sad ad touching. I really enjoyed this verse. Thanks for sharing. Always, Laura Terry Cunningham September 1, 2012 at 7:35 AM One of the worst days of my life. I was 12

Cynthia Alvez August 30, 2012 at 11:10 PM Our hearts have never healed from a sadness like this of which you write...Beautifully penned...a treasure indeed! Cynthia Terry Cunningham August 30, 2012 at 11:15 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 August 26, 2012 at 12:22 PM A moving beautiful poem Terry - well done. - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Terry Cunningham August 31, 2012 at 4:47 PM Thanks Anne-lise

Joy Wellington August 24, 2012 at 9:34 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 Terry Cunningham August 31, 2012 at 4:47 PM Thank you Joy