Oh, Death
Remembering still
shadows of yesterday
O, the grieving
O, dripping sadness
holding a wilting rose
in my cemetery garden
in quiet she reposes
beneath the maple trees
the bare branches
whispering . . .
breaking my heart
dark
decay . . .
a la memoire
I will fold my petals, now
under this weeping willow
I wait . . .
mother
within your arms
my battered soul
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June 13, 2017
Verse/Oh, Death
Copyright Protected, ID 909651
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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