Faye Gibson Poet Couplet

Defying Sensibility

Years have passed since I buried you
beneath green grasses drenched with dew;

I placed the blossoms, one by one,
a blanket for my only son,

you, my heart's flower, blooming fair,
a mother's rose, uniquely rare.

The bitter grief bubbles inside,
rolling hot waves, a searing tide,

dark desperate, wrenching prayers,
sharp, shattered facets of despair.

Anguish climbs this long hill with me,
the crest of which I never see.

How can one stand beside the mound
where love's sweet baby flesh lays bound?

Faith defies sensibility
and blossoms in eternity.

Copyright, March 28, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

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Maurice Yvonne April 5, 2015 at 4:22 PM Genuis! Heart wrenching a brilliant write. A Fav!

Cona Adams March 31, 2015 at 7:13 AM Grief is a difficult hill to climb. And this - the death of a child - the deepest grief of all. Well done. Love the last verse.

Jan Allison March 29, 2015 at 6:40 AM Beautifully penned yet such a sad take on the theme - good luck in the contest Faye:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx