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Forever Grief

The soft breeze soughs softly through the tall cypress trees.
I stare at the tomb of my son, gone so long now.
          How he loved to sail on gentle summer smooth seas.
The soft breeze soughs softly through the tall cypress trees.
          A cold gust of squall, he drowned slowly by degrees.
          I stare at the cold slab, my head in prayer I bow.
The soft breeze soughs softly through the tall cypress trees.
I stare at the tomb of my son, gone so long now.

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Aysha Nuwas February 21, 2023 at 10:28 PM Very beautiful, I look forward to reading more poems of yours. Your works are very inspiring!

Smita Kulkarni February 21, 2023 at 1:24 PM Profound words, my friend! Sorry for your loss! Take care Victor!

Unseeking Seeker February 21, 2023 at 1:43 AM Some sounds take a lifetime to heal. Deep, soulful write, Victor, beautifully penned

Speaks Volumes February 20, 2023 at 7:55 PM Sorry Victor I have been so busy I missed this beautiful Poem. Brought tears to my eyes, its simply wonderful. Warmest wishes, Wen

Jennifer Proxenos February 19, 2023 at 6:47 AM I'm sorry, so so sorry, you have gone though a lot of heartache. I lost a baby boy at 5 days old, but i got such a shock that only 3-4 months later did i sob my heart out - I never even met him, he was very sick and they rushed him to a big hospital in Johannesburg, alas, he died. HUGS AND BLESSINGS Jennifer.

Beryl Edmonds February 19, 2023 at 1:31 AM This is so sad Victor, I read below the poem is fictional I’m pleased about that…. Belle

Swetha Vangaveti February 16, 2023 at 10:35 AM It's deep and quite emotional. Very well written.

Joseph P. DiMino February 16, 2023 at 10:21 AM Heartfelt -- not a parent here who would not die if to save a son or daughter. I believe in the hereafter...and continue to trust in God's love and wisdom -- even when the way is painful, and I do not always understand. Beautiful tribute to love, Victor. Could not be said better. Your pal, Joe.

Evelyn Judy Buehler February 16, 2023 at 9:15 AM The emotions of sadness and grief, are conveyed beautifully through this evocative triolet. Blessings.

Supraja Kannan February 16, 2023 at 5:03 AM So deep and emotional words, Victor...

Sara Kendrick February 16, 2023 at 4:10 AM Emotive and expressive one. I hope this is not a life experience for you but just a work from a picture or someone you know. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my page. Sara~~soupmail

Valsa George February 15, 2023 at 8:04 PM A sad poem, hauntingly beautiful, written in the triolet form. I know this is fictional !

Linda Milgate February 15, 2023 at 7:09 PM soft and deep, interesting I learned a new word, soughs. I hope this is not from your family if so my heart goes out to you.

Andrea Dietrich February 15, 2023 at 5:11 PM wow, that triolet is divine, Victor. So sorry I never have time here. I have a stepsister back in Iowa dying in a nursing home and I will need to leave at any moment when I get the call from Iowa for the funeral. Wish me luck driving that long distance back there. My poor sister has been so long with alzheimers now, it's like she is a vegetable. How I hate that horrible disease.

Vickey Rhymer February 15, 2023 at 4:45 PM Your description of the long moan of the wind whether low or high and keening perfectly accented this heart tugging dirge.So sad my friend.

David Kavanagh February 15, 2023 at 9:10 AM Grief can still surface no matter how much time has passed Victor, haunting words reverberate throughout your moving triolet, cheers David

Sotto Poet February 15, 2023 at 9:08 AM Victor, your writing is really moving and full of emotion. Regrettably, the wounds left by the death of a dear one do not dissipate with the lapse of time.

Vijay Pandit February 15, 2023 at 6:58 AM Time does not heal the grief from loss of a beloved. Highly emotive, touching write, Victor.

Linda Alice Fowler February 15, 2023 at 5:59 AM Touching write dear Victor. hugs! :)

Tom Cunningham February 15, 2023 at 4:33 AM The pain of loss never leaves you Victor, we have to find ways to accept it although it is so hard. Tom

Joanna Daniel February 15, 2023 at 3:33 AM This is really soul-tugging, Victor, hope this is fictional... Victor Buhagiar February 15, 2023 at 3:36 AM Yes. Hugs.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 15, 2023 at 2:10 AM - I always talk to those I visit at the grave ... (people surely think I'm a bit weird) ... but for me it's natural :) - A sensitive and beautiful poem, Victor :) - hugs