In The Silent Night
I am a writer of words and it has become my life,
my safe harbor away from living;
oh, I found my writing skill quite early,
and childhood grief became poems.
Later, I worked as a nurse and saw death daily,
and held many withered hands 'till a last breath;
so death and I know each other well,
and this dark angel in time has taken everyone from me.
for they are all names cut deep into cold stone,
and my grief has no bounds;
so, I write the sorrow I keep in my heart,
alone in the silent night . . . .
August 1, 2020
Poetry/Verse/In The Silent Night
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1275-022-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (16)
sponsor, Brian Strand
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