The Wrong Grave

A terrifying ordeal, Not only is my mentor gone, My lovely Rosie, No longer does this grandmother’s; Heart beat, Tears have flooded my evenings, Heartache captures my soul, Day by day, Improve, Update letters, Left at the proper sight, Whilst time of daylight, Quells the pain within, My medium moves me, To succeed and move on, Achieve all that my Nonny, Would have desired me to, So I push onward toward my dreams, I no longer feel the need to scream.