With Tender Kisses
"I shall be telling this with a sigh"
Robert Frost, The Road Less Travelled.
With tender kisses
Tears blending with the child’s tears
She strokes the soft curls
Whispers sweet words of comfort
Hears his final dying breath
Grief fills the room of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, remembers me of all his gracious parts, stuffs out his vacant garment with his form. Shakespeare
Jack Horne for Constance’s Mother contest, 8th October
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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