My Last Visit Grief
The day I got the call, I argued it could not be you. I ran to fill my suitcase, then off to the airport. I prayed and prayed, please keep you alive until I can see you just one more time. God heard my prayers, I was able to see you lying there almost dead. One A.M. the call came in, you were gone never to be seen again. The next year was hell, I could not sleep for thinking of you.
Date Written: 4/23/2021
Note: True Story
2 Place
Grief in 12 lines or less Contest Judged: 4/27/2021
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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