My Dearest
I held her cold hand
She silently slipped away
I sank into tears
Her gift is on the table
I wrapped it myself, today.
Bite Size Poem No. 13
Copyright © Jonathan Bellmann | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment