Lost Love
Not once, but twice, death stole his love away;
lost love- how he encountered its deep pain.
The first- when kids were young, she left one day;
dark, furtive, death from cancer was to blame.
Lost love, lost friend, lost mother of his young;
ascetic life brought shallow, lonely years.
His only joy- his children; still, he clung
to nonchalant, dark emptiness, and tears.
Years later, love did visit him once more.
With children grown- his heart now mended some,
her humble kindness he could not ignore.
But, lasting love for him would never come.
They married- but, before three years had passed-
her death- lost love- new tragedy recast.
January 20, 2018
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Your Finest Sonnet
Sponsor: Mark Massey
Judged: 07/26/2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Lost Love
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 02/11/2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Some Broken Hearts Never Mend
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
Required words used in order of appearance:
Furtive Ascetic Shallow Nonchalant Humble
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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