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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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Date: 4/5/2015 4:22:00 PM
Genuis! Heart wrenching a brilliant write. A Fav!
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Date: 3/31/2015 7:13:00 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.
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Date: 3/29/2015 6:40:00 AM
Beautifully penned yet such a sad take on the theme - good luck in the contest Faye:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx
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