From once when we awake
To once when we lay
Meandering a crookedly straight path
Let’s dance with butterflies in the sun
And snuggle with fireflies at night
And when the clouds are gray and dark
I will be there to lift your heart
Categories:
meandering(a), love, romance,
Form: Free verse
the headstone reads In Loving Memory . . .
though the clock of time ticks and ticks I will not forget
for your death left a scar on the map of my soul
dad- my heart swells with a sea of tears
when I come to visit you in this place of cold stones
the clouds sail happy across the sky
but my heart is held by a chain of lead
you were the kind a man who lived each day
loving nature and teaching this girl everything
I can still see us meandering a winding trail
and how we loved to feed the ducks on the pond
the sweet memories last amid the dregs of sorrow
my life is weather stained and ravaged
since that sad day . . .
I have fallen to my knees asking why
why, why, why, why, why, why -
until my last breath dad, you are in my heart
oh, I held you in death and did not want to let go
of your cold hand . . . . holding it to my cheek
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June 29, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/death left a scar
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1263-974-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, In Loving Memory
sponsor, Regina Riddle
First Place
Categories:
meandering(a), grief, memory,
Form: Free verse