Veronica Joseph Poet Free verse

Lost

hot summer we stand in the cemetary
I wanted you to wait
until I could be there
wait for me

a lost child is the lost center of your heart

imaginable nighmare
days click by as with any grief with any death
but this one
oh I know
but

a lost child is the lost center of your heart

I'll always be missing

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Sara Kendrick November 3, 2011 at 8:21 AM I feel your pain in from reading the work..Good presentation of the topic..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my work..Sara Sara Kendrick November 3, 2011 at 8:22 AM Thanks for the comments on my blog..Yes, the day after the virus I had dry toast and applesauce..I made me some tea also..It was a short lived bug..Sara

Constance La France September 28, 2011 at 4:27 PM This poem is so beautifully sad, I know of this pain Veroncia " one word engraved Baby" I was reading your blog about time and for me when I am working the time drags, when I am off even if for days, it flies by, when I am late time flies, when I am waiting for the bus, it stands still.. when I am writing, I am lost to time ~~

Red Fiery September 28, 2011 at 3:56 PM tHIS IS REALLY EMOTIONAL..STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART ! i LOVED THIS ONE VERONICA...

Lee Ramage September 27, 2011 at 2:05 PM Grief is a journey, not a destination, isn't it. Beautiful poem. Lee