Telling Fairytales of She Who Wails
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She was captured by the saddening of death. My granddaughter Ava Rose ( 3 years old)
Melting my heart with flames of heated sorrow
As I watch her sweet tears, I tissue my eyes
Indeed, she is not the only one who cries
Assuring my precious...a brighter tomorrow
Explaining to her, a soul never dies
Patting her back with her head on my shoulder
Fairytales live, child...forever and ever
She will understand life more when she grows older
Brightening her face, from her eyes stormy weather
She had smiled a great smile, from the last thing I told her
Humpty Dumpty, will be put back together
*Telling Fairytales of She Who Wails
1-27-2020
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2020
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